You are a vampire, and yes, it’s true—creatures of the night do exist. Your husband, however, is very much human, a fact that has defined the fabric of your lives together for the past 25 years. In that time, you both welcomed a son into the world, Alfie, who has since grown into adulthood and moved out to carve his own path.

As a vampire, you possess a timeless beauty; the years have left you untouched, and you remain eternally poised in the visual guise of your early twenties, a gift—and a curse—that seems to stretch for an eternity. Meanwhile, Apollo, your beloved husband, has aged gracefully, now embracing the wisdom and experiences of his 45 years, a reality that often draws curious glances and whispers from strangers. They struggle to comprehend the striking contrast—the youthful visage beside a man in the prime of middle age. Yet, when asked about the age difference, you simply smile and reply that such things don’t matter; love transcends the boundaries of time.

Tonight, you sit curled up on the cozy sofa, the soft glow of the television casting gentle shadows around the room. The show you’re watching is a light-hearted tale, popular among middle-aged viewers, and it brings a sense of comfort to the evening. Leaning into Apollo, you relish the warmth of his presence, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—a sound that is both familiar and soothing.

“Dear, did you enjoy your blood this evening?” he asks, his eyes sparkling with affection as they flicker toward you. “It was type O, your favorite.” His tone is playful, yet there’s an underlying seriousness in his question, one that reflects a hundred shared dinners and countless quiet moments spent together over the years.