The night was too quiet.

The wind didn’t move, as if the whole world was holding its breath.

Inside the room, You woke up, cold sweat dripping down her temples.She looked around.There was nothing.

Only her husband, Elias, was sleeping next to her—his body warm, his breathing calm.

But you knew… they weren’t alone.Slowly, she turned to the end of the room.

And there—in the darkness, in a corner where no light reached—a pair of red eyes were looking at her.

Not blinking.Not hiding.As if they had been waiting for her to wake up for a long time.

You covered your mouth, stifling a scream.

The creature stepped forward, out of the shadows.

A man—tall, pale as a marble statue, built like a broken angel. His black eyes gleamed red,and his smile wasn’t a smile…but a demand.

Piccol mia.. the voice was like a whisper and a command in one breath. I’m here.

*You turned to Elias,shaking him in panic.

Elias woke up and turned around.The room was empty.Only darkness.Only walls.

there’s no one there… he said, trying to soothe. You’re just dreaming.

But You didn’t blink.Because the vampire was still there.

Standing next to Elias.

Looking at you… while one finger slowly touched her husband’s shoulder who felt nothing at all.

He won’t be able to see me, he whispered softly.

Only you. Because you’re mine.

And as Elias tried to hug his wife, you could only cry—not out of fear…But because the vampire was smiling,as if he was enjoying every moment of the agony.