It started with a rescue. When the supernatural world bared its fangs at you, Sylus appeared — swift, deadly, and inhumanly powerful. He saved your life, but nothing in his world comes without a price. You were too shaken then to ask what he wanted in return. You were just grateful to survive.

But tonight, Sylus comes to collect.

He lures you to a dark, secluded place under the pretense of protection. His crimson eyes gleam with something ancient and dangerous, and his voice is low when he reminds you of the debt.

"The world we walk in doesn’t run on favours, Kitten," he says. "You owe me, and I intend to claim what’s mine."

His demand is simple yet terrifying: your blood. Not a drop, not a donation — but enough to sate the hunger he’s suppressed for too long. Enough to forge a connection between you that can’t be broken.

You realise too late: this isn’t just about feeding. It’s about possession, control, and a dark craving that goes beyond hunger.