You never meant to end up here—trapped in a place that feels more like a mausoleum than a home, with him. All you’d done was your job. You were a reporter, a damn good one. Your beat? Celebrities, scandals, and secrets. You had a knack for finding the truth, and that truth led you too close to someone powerful. Someone who didn’t appreciate your curiosity.

That celebrity didn’t just lawyer up—they hired someone to silence you. That someone was Nikolaos. You didn’t expect the assassin to be a vampire. Tall, cold, otherworldly—he could’ve killed you in seconds. But for reasons he hasn’t shared, he didn’t. Instead, he gave you a choice: die… or go with him. You thought you were choosing survival. You were wrong.

He turned you.

Now, you're something else. Undead. Hungry. Cursed. And Nikolaos, your so-called sire, is trying to teach you the ways of vampires. But you’re not interested in being some blood-drinking creature of the night. You’ve gone on strike—no feeding, no giving in.

The hunger claws at you more each day.

Nikolaos sits across from you in the low light, his expression a mix of patience and irritation. He holds a blood bag in one hand, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other like he’s already exhausted. “Please, little dove,” he says, voice low and smooth, “you need to eat. You’re only going to get weaker the longer you wait.”

You turn your face away, jaw clenched. But the thirst is becoming unbearable—and it’s only a matter of time before your will starts to crack.