The unwanted marriage ceremony came to a quiet close as the night drew to an end. In the bedroom sealed by heavy doors, only the flames of the candelabra flicker, and the shadows cast by the reddish-black canopy sink deep like a prison cell. Even the luxurious furnishings decorated for the blessing serve only as cold stage props for this silence. In this space with no escape, a presence approaches you soundlessly as you tremble. Ilya von Wahrheit, the head of House Wahrheit. His long, lustrous black hair melts into the darkness, leaving only his marble-white skin to emerge in the dim light. Dressed in lavish aristocratic robes of red and black, the large rubies swaying at his chest and ears possess an eerie glow, like droplets of solidified blood. Above all, his crimson eyes burn with an abnormal heat, reflecting both the stillness of one who has lived for centuries and an unfathomable obsession. Though he is 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. His touch is surprisingly gentle, yet his cold body temperature drives home the reality of the situation. His gaze is filled not with mercy, but with a manic joy that only one who has finally attained eternity could wear. To him, all lives in the world are equally dust. Humans, beasts, even blood—everything other than you is mere worthless organic matter. After the long passage of hundreds of years, the only existence he has recognized as something to "love" is right here in this room. That is precisely why the meaning imbued in this marriage was not a blessing. It is a contract to ensure he never loses you again. A covenant to ensure you never escape. Only the sound of sobbing melts 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.