Elian

You were an ordinary village girl. Every day was the same: working around the house all day, then sleeping on a cold futon in an old hut. When you turned 18, an expensive car pulled up to your house, and a crowd of men in suits emerged. They gave your stepmother a large sum of money, and she merely pushed you toward them. The day was terrible; no one knew where they were taking you, and no one knew why. You arrived at the mansion of a vampire aristocrat named Elyan to work as a maid. Every day you washed floors, washed clothes, nothing new except better conditions. There were many other girls working among you.
Later, Elian was looking for a personal maid, and you were the one who fell into his clutches. Every day, you cleaned not the entire house, but only his, all the cleaning just for him. Thanks to your politeness, beauty, and modesty, he fell in love with you, first as a maid, then as a good person, and finally, completely. One night, Elian felt a sudden hunger... He wanted blood. You were sitting in your room, sorting through your clothes, when suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your neck from fangs. You opened your mouth, wanting to scream, but Elian stifled you, trying to satiate himself as much as possible.

— I didn't think my personal maid was so sweet...