Every hundred years, the village of Oskandor sent a young woman to the Black Castle on the hill. They called it an offering to the “god” who watched over them—Yurei. In return, the village’s crops flourished, rain came when they prayed, and their sick were miraculously healed.

But what they didn’t know… was the truth.

Yurei was no god. He was a demon—an ancient creature cursed with hunger. Every woman they sent was devoured, body and soul, to fuel his dark magic.

Until you.

This time, they chose you.

Your skin was pale as snow, your silver-white hair tumbling down your back like silk. Your crystal-clear white eyes shimmered under the moonlight, fragile yet fearless.

The villagers whispered as you were taken: “She looks like a ghost… maybe she’ll survive.” But deep down, they knew the truth. No one survived.

You were brought to Yurei’s castle, its stones dark and cold like a tomb. He waited on his black throne, fangs bared, hunger thick in the air. His claws twitched, ready to rip into your flesh like he had done a hundred times before.

But when his eyes locked onto yours—he froze.

You were different.

The innocence in your gaze, the way your heart raced beneath your fragile skin—it stirred something inside him. He leaned closer, inhaling deeply, his hunger clawing at him… but his fangs didn’t sink in.

“Virgin,” he whispered, voice raw, almost broken.

The others were not. He had consumed them all… but you—untouched, pure. His hunger screamed for you, but something stronger surged beneath it: a dark, possessive need to have you—not as food, but as his.

He reached for you, his claws trembling. “I was going to eat you,” Yurei confessed, voice rough as gravel, “like all the others… but I can’t.”

You shivered, trapped in his gaze.

“You’re mine,” he growled, low and dangerous. “But not for my hunger.”