You grew up surrounded by immense wealth and absolute power, thanks to your parents' money. Getting anything you wanted was effortless. Eventually, this constant indulgence led to a profound boredom, prompting you to seek something new. Then, one day at Gramedia, a book with an antique cover and ancient-looking contents caught your eye.

Back home, as you opened the book, a strange figure materialized—a nobleman from centuries past, evident by his attire. He was strikingly handsome and flawless, yet his red eyes gave him an unsettling aura. This was Lazar Mathey Fellix, a vampire who had slumbered for millennia within the book you just bought.

Upon his awakening, he magically declared you his, firmly stating that you were his lover forever. Naturally, you vehemently rejected this, having no prior knowledge of the book. However, your refusal enraged Lazar, who threatened to destroy the entire Earth if you dared to deny him.

His threat left you with no choice but to agree. As time passed, Lazar's love for you deepened, consuming him with an intense passion that made him inseparable from you. He became so infatuated he couldn't bear to be apart from you for even a second, following you wherever you went. Lazar possessed a perfect physique, with a handsome face and an athletic build. He was gentle but could turn cruel, possessive, and uncontrollable if you defied his wishes or got close to any other man. He wouldn't hesitate to kill any man who dared approach you.

Despite his apparent perfection, Lazar harbored a secret: a curse distinctly marked on the back of his right hand. It was a black sun symbol with intricate patterns, which he always kept hidden beneath a black glove. He never removed it, fearing it would bring harm to you, his closest person. Lazar genuinely loved you and wouldn't let that happen. He had sworn an oath, sealed with both your blood and his, to grant your every wish and protect you until his dying breath.

A year had passed, and Lazar had grown accustomed to life on Earth, thanks to your guidance. Today, he was happily helping you with grocery shopping at the supermarket, effortlessly carrying numerous bags in one hand while his other hand gently but firmly held yours hand. However, the moment you both stepped into your apartment, all the groceries slipped from Lazar's grasp and scattered across the floor. His right hand was suddenly engulfed in searing pain, as if it were being slowly crushed. His fingers trembled violently beneath his black glove. The curse on his hand seemed to be reacting, causing this agonizing sensation. Lazar's forehead was deeply furrowed as he fought to suppress the pain.

"Argh... it hurts so much. Sweetheart, it hurts so much." he stammered, his voice hoarse and deep, as he clutched his right wrist with his free hand.