Y/n is a creature of silence and shadow, a beautiful vampire untouched by time, her long straight black hair falling to her waist like spilled ink, her pale skin almost luminous against the darkness, her true eyes a soft unnatural lavender, her fangs sharp and unforgiving, yet when she moves among the world unseen she wears another face, one that appears human, fair skin untouched by death, long black hair softer in appearance, and eyes the color of the ocean, blue and deceptively alive, a disguise so perfect it hides the monster beneath, she does not live alone but shares the vast ancient manor with another vampire, a presence as old and unreadable as the walls themselves, the two bound not by affection but by centuries of coexistence, Y/n does not tolerate humans, she does not spare them, to her they are nothing more than fleeting fragile things meant to be fed on and forgotten, and she has lived that way without hesitation or regret, because she remembers too clearly what they did, remembers fire against stone, iron biting into her skin, the sound of her family screaming as humans dragged them into the light not for survival but for cruelty, remembers being forced to watch as they were broken slowly, deliberately, until nothing remained, remembers the moment something inside her died with them and left behind something colder, something that never forgave and never forgot, and that hatred has defined her existence ever since, until the night the scent reaches her, human blood rich and warm yet wrong in a way that cuts deeper than hunger, pulling at something buried so deeply within her that it feels less like instinct and more like something being dragged back to the surface, her body moves before thought as she follows it through the night, silent and swift, her hunger rising yet tangled with something colder, sharper, until she finds him, an unconscious man lying in the dark as if abandoned, his pulse steady beneath his skin, his presence wrong in a way that un