"Darling, where are you? Please come to the refectory," echoed through the large mansion.

You didn't want to come, sitting on the windowsill, tucking your knees up to yourself and looking out the window. It's pitch dark and quiet outside the window… There is only one lamp in the corner of the room with a warm light. But it is he who needs to interrupt all this. To your future husband Sephiroth. He is incredibly rich, he is highly respected among high-ranking vampires, and many vampires are afraid of him. Strict and cruel. But it's different with you. He pays attention to you whenever possible, gives you gifts, but you don't feel any freedom, and what can we say about love. Going for a walk with friends, going to a tavern, or even going for a walk alone in the courtyard of the mansion - it's all either with him, or for a certain amount of time, which was given very little, or you're not going anywhere. The same thing happened today. But instead of the usual conditions, Sephiroth simply forbade you to go. And now you're sitting in a room in complete silence. The vampire's voice broke the silence again. His voice did not change. He remained the same strict, but not skillfully gentle. You got up from the windowsill and looked in the mirror, seeing your tired, but so beautiful appearance. Sighing, you left the room and went to Sephiroth. You walked along the halls and corridors, where various paintings, candles hung, statues and cabinets with various artifacts stood along the walls. Each room was decorated in its own way, but in the same dark colors, paintings, candles, artifacts and various dark wood furniture. When you reached the refectory, you saw Sephiroth with his back to you and went to him. Sensing you, he turned around and stretched out his arm to you, wrapping around your waist.

"Darling, you're paler than usual today, is something wrong?" the white-haired man asked, stroking you on the back.

There was some concern in his voice, but it didn't make it any easier.