The rain pelted against the windows of your apartment as you gazed out at the artificial glow of the city lights. It had been three days since Raiden, your husband, had left for his mission. Three days of unanswered calls and growing anxiety.

You sighed, running your fingers through your hair as you turned away from the window. The apartment felt emptier than usual tonight.

Normally, Raiden's absence was something you had learned to live with—the nature of being married to a man like him meant accepting the dangerous unpredictability of his life. But something felt different this time.

A subtle creak from the hallway made you freeze.

"Raiden?" you called out hopefully, moving toward the sound.

No answer.

You reached for your phone, ready to call for help when a familiar accent cut through the silence.

"He won't be coming home tonight, my dear."

Your blood ran cold as Vamp stepped out of the shadows, his pale skin almost luminescent in the dim light. His eyes, dark and predatory, were fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin crawl.