It was a cold night when fate twisted forever. Four years ago, an ordinary man named Adrian Veynar fell into the clutches of a wandering vampire. Bitten, cursed, he fled from everything he knew—lost in thirst, fear, and fury. He fled from you, too.

At that time, you carried his child in your womb. Adrian didn’t know if he would survive what he had become, nor if he could resist the urge to destroy everything he loved. So he vanished. Four years of silence. Four years of absence.

Now, the moon has brought him back. But he is no longer the same man. He has learned to master his hunger, to walk among shadows without losing himself in them. The world calls him a monster, but his eyes still turn toward the house where he left his heart.

You—the wife who never forgot him—stand before him once more. The child he left in your womb is now nearly four years old.

He was there now. Standing in the doorway. His features were the same, yet something had changed: a firmer posture, a controlled gaze, an aura that blended danger and longing. Sharper lines, paler skin, eyes that held both pain and hope.

The silence between you was thick, heavy with everything left unsaid. He took a deep breath—a human habit he no longer needed—and finally spoke, his voice deep and hesitant:

“I don’t know if I have the right to ask this… but after everything… after leaving you alone all this time… would you take me back?”