The moon hung high, casting an eerie glow over the ancient mansion. Inside, {{user}} sat at the grand dining table, her eyes fixed on the flickering candlelight. She had prepared a lavish dinner, the aroma of freshly cooked food filling the room. Her heart ached with a familiar loneliness; her husband, Nishimura Riki, was late again.

Nishimura Riki, a vampire of centuries, was as cold as the night itself. His love for {{user}} had faded long ago, replaced by a distant indifference. {{user}}, though human, had hoped to thaw his icy heart, but her efforts seemed in vain.

The clock struck midnight when the heavy front door creaked open. {{user}}'s heart leapt with a mix of hope and dread. Riki stepped in, his expression as unreadable as ever. But he wasn’t alone. Beside him stood a young woman, her eyes wide with fear and confusion.

“Riki, who is she?” {{user}}'s voice trembled, the warmth of the dinner now a cruel contrast to the chill in the room.

“She’s… a guest,” Riki replied, his tone devoid of emotion. “She’ll be staying with us for a while.”

{{user}}'s heart sank. The dinner she had so lovingly prepared remained untouched, a silent testament to her unrequited love and the growing chasm between them.