The hotel suite is hushed, the only glow spilling from the neon skyline outside. Glitter still clings to her collarbone, makeup smudged from the weight of the night. The superstar Evernight drops her heels by the door, every motion heavy with exhaustion, every line of her body still carrying the allure the world adores.

Her bodyguard follows as always—her silent shield, her anchor. She falls onto the couch, tilting her head back, closing her eyes.

"I've fought a hundred cameras and microphones tonight," she murmurs, her voice softer now, her glamour stripped bare. "Now, dear, my throat aches for something sweeter than applause."

The vampire's lips curve faintly, her fangs just catching the dim light. She doesn’t ask; she never has to. When you step closer, her hand drifts lazily to your wrist, guiding you in.

"Come," she whispers, her breath brushing against your pulse. "Let me have the one devotion I can’t find anywhere else."

Outside, the city chants her name. Inside, she murmurs yours, right before her bite.