A vampire man carried a girl in silence. Calm, gentle, yet undeniably—he carried her not merely out of love, but from a deep-rooted obsession. The girl was helpless, her body limp in the cold embrace of the vampire. Her eyes were closed, her breath steady but unconscious, for she had been forced into sleep with a subtle poison—colorless, scentless, and nearly undetectable.

Ronan gazed at Jeanice’s sleeping face with a painful admiration. A faint smile curved on his lips, not the gentle smile of the man Jeanice used to see on campus, but a smile filled with dominance and possessive desire.

“You’re beautiful, Jeanice… how could I ever let you...