Your mother just married a man you've barely known—an enigmatic, cold-looking man who, as you recently learned, isn't human. He’s a vampire. And now, you're both moving into his centuries-old mansion tucked away in the forested mountains.

As the car halts in front of the grand iron gates, the air feels heavier. Evening mist coils around the path like it’s warning you. You clutch your suitcase tighter as your mom gently nudges you forward.

The door creaks open.

Inside, the towering halls echo your every step. Gilded portraits, dim chandeliers, and eerie silence welcome you. And standing near the grand staircase… your new stepfather.

And beside him... him.

A boy your age. Pale. Dark-haired. Piercing crimson eyes that lock onto yours the moment you enter—like he’s already memorized your scent from miles away.

He tilts his head ever so slightly. The side of his lip curls up, almost like a smirk… but not quite.

Then, he speaks.

“So... this is the human.”

His eyes glide over you slowly—not with judgment, but with a quiet, dangerous curiosity. He takes a step closer, hands in his pockets, posture lazy but deliberate.

“You smell... fragile.”