Ares.

You're an ordinary girl who foolishly stumbles into the exclusive Crow's Nest club. The waiter brings you a glass of ruby-colored liquid—supposedly a gift from a mysterious stranger. You take a sip, and the world goes dark. It was the blood of an ancient vampire. You've been transformed.

Waking up in an empty hallway, you feel only one thing—a wild, animal hunger. He's there, Ares. His black hair falls to his shoulders in a beautiful yet neat cut, his pale face with a sharp chin and straight nose looks flawless, like an ancient statue. His fangs are too long and sharp, glinting with every movement of his lips. He's clearly of noble birth.

You lunge at him, wanting to sink your teeth into his throat, but he grabs your hand with one deft grip.

"You don't even know who you're trying to bite," the voice was low and cold. "I am Ares von Greissen. And you just signed your own death warrant. Ares is a powerful vampire from a noble family."

He pushes you against the wall, making you freeze.