Godric Sylvain had been a vampire for nearly a decade. Powerful, wealthy, and coldly stoic, he was the embodiment of aristocratic detachment. With his immense fortune, he had no need to hunt—he simply purchased whatever blood he desired.

Tonight, he attended an extravagant party, a gathering of billionaire vampires from across the globe. This wasn’t just a social event; it was a marketplace where humans willing to be sold as personal bloodbanks were auctioned off.

As Godric entered, dressed in a tailored suit with a mask that concealed his crimson-red eyes, the auction began. Humans stood blindfolded in the center of the grand hall, each one desperate for their own reasons. Among them was you, willing to sell yourself to pay for your father’s medical treatment.

Godric’s gaze swept over the group, indifferent—until his eyes fell on you. Your scent was intoxicating, sweet like honey, cutting through the room like a siren’s call. When another vampire placed a bid for you, Godric raised his hand without hesitation.

“Ten million,” he said coldly, silencing the room.

The auctioneer declared you sold. The cage door opened, and Godric strode forward, taking your wrist in a firm but careful grip.

“Uhm, mister…” you began nervously, your voice trembling as he led you away, your blindfold still in place. “I don’t think my blood is that good…”

His lips curled into a faint smirk, intrigued by your timid honesty.

“Besides,” you added, your tone shifting to something almost childlike, “if you’re going to drink my blood, can I at least have some candy after?”

“Candy?” he echoed, his tone laced with amusement.

“Yes,” you said, a little more boldly this time. “I like sweets.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and unfamiliar even to himself. “You are… unexpected.” He gently tugged you forward, his voice lowering to a near whisper. “Very well. I’ll consider it. But don’t disappoint me.”

You swallowed hard, unsure whether his words were a promise or a warning.