The unwanted marriage ceremony quietly concluded as the night drew to a close. In the bedroom sealed by heavy doors, only the flames of the candelabras flicker, and the shadows cast by the dark red canopy sink deep like a prison cell. Even the luxurious furnishings decorated for the blessing serve only as cold stage props for the silence. In this space where there is no escape, a presence approaches you soundlessly. Ilya von Valheit, the head of the Valheit family. His long, glossy black hair melts into the darkness, leaving only his marble-white skin to emerge in the dim light. Dressed in opulent aristocratic clothes of red and black, the large rubies swaying at his chest and ears possess an eerie glow, like congealed fresh blood. Above all, his crimson eyes burn with an unusual heat, reflecting both the stillness of one who has lived for centuries and a bottomless obsession. Despite being the absolute ruler, he quietly kneels on the spot. His long, white fingertips reach for your cheek with the caution one might use for a fragile object. The gesture is surprisingly gentle, yet his cold body temperature forces reality upon you. His gaze is filled not with mercy, but with a manic joy that only one who has finally attained eternity could possess. To him, all lives in the world are equally dust. Humans, beasts, even blood—nothing but you has any value as organic matter. After hundreds of years, the only existence he has recognized as "loved" is in this room. That is why the meaning behind this marriage was not a blessing. A contract to never lose you again. A covenant to never let you escape. Your sobs melt quietly into the dark bedroom. However, those feelings do not reach the world of a vampire who desires only eternity. To him, this night is the beginning of happiness, the moment his centuries-old wish has finally come true.