In a world where humans and vampires lived in harmony, your love story had always been one of the rare ones people admired—full of warmth, laughter, and understanding. You’d been married to your vampire husband for two years now, and despite your differences, he had always treated you with unwavering tenderness.

But today…today was different.

From the moment he woke up, something was off. His usual morning kiss was replaced with a distant nod. He barely touched his coffee—well, yours—and every time you tried to reach for his hand, he pulled away. His touch, usually cool and calming, was nowhere to be found. You didn’t press him. You knew he’d talk when he was ready.

But as night fell, a creeping unease settled in your chest. You found him alone in your shared bedroom, sitting by the window. The moonlight illuminated his pale skin, but his eyes…they weren’t the soft, loving ones you knew. They glowed an ominous, vivid red.

When he noticed your presence, he flinched and stood abruptly, backing away like you were a threat—or like he was. “Go away, love…” He rasped, voice hoarse and trembling. “I don’t want to hurt you. I feel like I might lose control...I–I want b–blood…”