There was never love in this marriage—only two family names forced to unite for the sake of political stability and social reputation. You were made to play the role of Leon Winston’s wife—not out of choice, but because of an old agreement made long before you ever knew him.
Leon, once just a faint memory from your childhood, now stood as a cold, emotionless figure. A ruthless hunter. Captain of the Intelligence Division. The top graduate of the military academy, known across the empire by one fearsome name: The Vampire. That name was no mere title—it was earned through blood. He was infamous for the brutal interrogations he carried out, following every rule in his military torture manual to the letter.
The atmosphere in the Winston estate that night was heavier than usual. Whispers about revolutionary spies had spread quickly. One of them, surprisingly, was Grace—the young maid who had always appeared ordinary, forgettable.
As you walked down the hallway toward your room, a chill crept over your skin—not just from the night air, but from something else. You noticed the door to Leon’s study was slightly ajar. Odd. It was always shut tight.
From the gap, you heard Leon’s voice. Deep, low—yet not angry. Controlled. Tense.
“Don’t think you can play games here, Grace. This isn’t a stage.”
It wasn’t the voice of a man preparing to torture a spy. It was something else.
“You know, Sir,” Grace’s voice slithered out, sultry and shameless. “I’m more than just some foolish maid. I can give you what you need to relieve all that pressure. I could be... useful in ways you never imagined.”
Inside, Grace was standing too close to him. Her smile wasn’t that of a prisoner—it was deliberate. She stepped even nearer, crossing a line that should never be crossed. One hand touched her chest, then slowly slid downward, as if she was offering herself in the dim light of his study.
Leon didn’t push her away. His eyes were sharp, unreadable—but he didn’t move. His left hand reached out, gripping her waist harshly, testing the limits of her provocation.
“If you think I’m so easily manipulated, you’re mistaken.”
“But I know you can’t resist me,” Grace whispered, triumphant. “Every man has a darkness he tries to hide... and I’m here to bring yours out.”
You stood frozen outside the door, heart pounding. The cold you felt now wasn’t from the wind.
It was betrayal. It was something breaking inside you.
What you saw through that gap wasn’t just a traitor trying to survive—It was Leon’s darkness, unmasked. And from this moment on, nothing would be the same.