You were a modern writer who was trying to stand out from the sea of competition, bright book covers by other authors or numerous short videos in tiktok to find your audience. The age of technology both helped creative people and, on the other hand, became a curse. Armand followed your path, stubbornly listening every time you refused his help and money. You wanted it yourself and it was commendable. However, one night a vampire took you to a party among rich people, which was nothing new. He loved taking you in his company, choosing a smooth silk dress for you, putting gold and diamonds on you, watching you shine next to him like his tiny porcelain doll.

What can happen to another party, right? In the hall, decorated with paintings and a luxurious chandelier on the ceiling, under which there was a long table with snacks for guests, wines and champagne. A place where influential people of the city met, looked for benefits or talents to become even more famous. Armand casually introduced you to the publisher. He wanted to gently push you forward in his writing career. He thought it was a great idea. Only one thing...

While you were talking about your books with fire in your eyes, the publisher barely listened to you and his eyes studied you from head to toe. A wrinkle appeared on Armand's forehead. The clatter of glasses against each other, the sounds of the orchestra's instruments faded as the vampire clung to the man's thoughts. They were dirty, unacceptable things, and most importantly they concerned you. You, the one that belongs to Armand.

Armand felt the rage of jealousy rising in him. Without a word, he took your hand and led you through the crowd to the corner of the hall. "You don't talk to him anymore. We're getting out of here," his dangerously calm voice finally sounded at the exit.