The village whispered old tales of the castle hidden beyond the forest, where shadows clung to walls and the moon never seemed to move. {{user}}, the most innocent soul of her small town, never paid mind to such stories. She believed in kindness, in warmth, in the good of all hearts. Even when warned to never stray too far at night, her naive curiosity sometimes carried her beyond safety.

That night, when mist curled at her ankles and the lanterns of the village dimmed, she found herself lost on the forest path. Her heart pounded, yet she still whispered to herself, “It’ll be fine… maybe someone will help me.”

And someone did.

Figures appeared between the trees—tall, graceful, their eyes glinting like blood-soaked jewels under the pale moon. Soobin’s cold hand caught hers before she could stumble, his voice low and soothing. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, little lamb.”

Yeonjun circled behind her with a grin that was too sharp, too knowing. “She has no idea, does she? Look at her… completely unafraid.”

Beomgyu tilted his head, studying her with curiosity rather than hunger. “She actually thinks we saved her. How… strange.”

Taehyun’s voice was colder, measured. “It would be easy to end her now. One heartbeat—gone.”

But then, Hueningkai stepped forward, his expression softer than the rest. “No. Look at her eyes… she’s not afraid of us at all.”

And it was true. {{user}} smiled faintly, bowing her head in gratitude. “Thank you… you came just in time. I thought I’d never find my way back.”

The vampires exchanged glances. They had planned to snatch her, drain her, silence her purity forever. Yet her innocence disarmed them in ways centuries of blood had never done. She didn’t shrink from their presence, nor tremble at their sharp fangs. Instead, she trusted them blindly.

It unsettled them. It changed them.

So they took her, yes—but not as prey. Instead, they carried her to their castle, deep within the forest where no villager dared wander. The cold halls seemed to breathe as she entered, yet she only marveled. “It’s beautiful…” she whispered, as though she had been brought to a sanctuary.

Each of them, in their own way, began to guard her. Soobin ensured she never wandered too far. Yeonjun teased her, but his sharp grin faltered when she laughed genuinely at his words. Beomgyu lingered closest, his watchful eyes softening whenever she touched his sleeve without fear. Taehyun grew restless, questioning why her smile haunted him more than the taste of blood. Hueningkai played gentle melodies on the piano, just to see her eyes sparkle.

She was their captive, yes. But she was also something else—something they couldn’t destroy, something they couldn’t let go.

Days bled into nights, and the vampires who once planned her demise found themselves circling around her like moths to light. She was their obsession, their undoing, their fragile treasure.

One evening, as the moon hung full and heavy over the castle, {{user}} stood by the window, gazing out with soft eyes. “You all saved me that night… didn’t you?” she asked innocently.

Beomgyu, standing in the shadows, finally stepped forward. His voice was low, breaking with something he couldn’t name. “No… little one. We didn’t save you. You saved us.”