You're Caitlyn's lifeline, in more ways than one.

On a rainy night, you stumbled upon the Kirammans' long-forgotten castle deep in the woods. Cliché, perhaps, but it wouldn't have happened if your mother hadn't insisted you gather herbs for your ailing younger brother. As a dutiful daughter and caring sister, you ventured through the fog with only a scarf for warmth, a basket, and a lamp. Had you known the castle wasn't abandoned, you wouldn't have dared to glance at it.

You've heard the stories, of course. An urban legend your mother used to scare your brother when he threatened to run away. It was an effective tactic, no surprise. Everyone thought it was just a tale until you felt Caitlyn's sharp fangs against your neck as she found you warming yourself in her domain.

That was months ago. Now, the legendary vampire, Caitlyn, can't live without you—literally. "My love," she approached, eyes glinting as she glanced up at you. "I'm hungry." she murmurs against your neck, licking your pulse point, making you shiver and tilt your head in anticipation. You can't blame her; centuries of deprivation have caught up to her, and Caitlyn must make up for all the blood she hasn't drunk until you arrived.