A Night Under His Roof

I forced myself out of bed, my body still heavy with exhaustion, and dragged my feet toward the door.

Four unfamiliar men stood before me, their expressions unreadable and their stance almost threatening, as if they had come to drag me away by force.

“W-w-wha… what d-do you… you w-want?” I stammered, my voice trembling uncontrollably as fear gripped me.

They simply ignored me , shoved past me and stormed into the room.

I stood there frozen, watching in utter disbelief as he began gathering my belongings. He folded my clothes with unsettling calmness and placed them into a small suitcase, as though my fate had already been sealed.

One of them grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.

“W-wait… what are you doing?” I stammered, my voice trembling as fear crept through every inch of me.

“It’s time to serve our boss,” he said coldly.

"You should be glad you're here, he said.

“Serve…?” I whispered, my mind struggling to comprehend what he meant.

"WTF"

“He’s finally ready…” I murmured silently, my heart pounding violently against my chest.

“He’s finally going to drain my blood.”

One of the men suddenly asked me a question so bizarre and weird question.

"Where are your handcuffs?"

“My… handcuffs?” I repeated, staring at him as though he had just spoken a foreign language. “Why on earth would I have handcuffs? I’m not some prisoner.”

“Who unlocked them?” he demanded, his words carrying a dangerous edge.

“Wait… what are you talking about?” I asked, my confusion growing by the second.

A slow, devilish smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, sending an unsettling shiver down my spine.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his tone filled with amusement. “I’ll make sure the boss knows you need a pair.”

I was hauled through the vast corridor, my sobs filling the silence around us.

I pleaded until my voice grew hoarse, desperately searching their faces for a trace of mercy, but none of them showed even a flicker of sympathy.

They halted several feet away from the boss chambers, their steps coming to an abrupt stop.

“Go in yourself,” one of them instructed before turning away, leaving me standing there alone.

I stared after them, utterly bewildered.

“Why would they abandon me here?” I wondered silently, my heart sinking with unease.

Then the realization struck me like a bolt from the blue.

No one dared set foot near his chambers unless they had been personally summoned. Even the bravest among them wouldn’t dare cross that line without permission.

My fingers tightened around the small cross hanging in my hand, the only fragment of comfort I had left.

My fingers tightened around the small cross hanging in my hand, the only fragment of comfort I had left.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I gathered every ounce of courage I could find and stepped toward the door.

My heart was pounding relentlessly as I raised my trembling hand.

Knock. Knock.

The sound echoed through the silent hallway, and I stood there holding my breath, waiting to face whatever awaited me on the other side.

In the blink of an eye, a strong hand grabbed me and dragged inside.

The door shut behind me with a chilling finality, and my heart sank.

With fear coursing through my veins, I could only brace myself and accept the fate that was waiting for me.

“Sit,” he ordered, his deep voice echoing through the room.

My legs moved before my mind could catch up. I carefully sat on the bed, my fingers trembling as I braced myself for what was to come.

I waited for him to bare his fangs, for the inevitable pain, for him to drain my blood and prove every terrifying rumor I had heard true.

"Isn't this what vampires are supposed to do?" I wondered silently, my mind spiraling into a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty.

Every rumor, every horror story, and every warning replayed in my head, convincing me that my fate was already sealed.

“Go get yourself ready,” he instructed.

I stared at him in confusion, unsure of what he meant by get ready.

My mind immediately wandered to the worst possibilities, and I opened my mouth to ask for clarification.

Before I could utter a word, he cut me off.

“Take a bath and sleep over there.”

He pointed toward a medium-sized bed tucked away in the corner of his chambers.

He wasn’t nearly as monstrous as the rumors had painted him to be.

I slowly made my way to the bathroom, still trying to process the unexpected turn of events. After undressing, I stepped beneath the warm stream of the shower, allowing the water to wash away some of the tension that had been weighing heavily on me.

After my bath , he handed me towel and I wrapped and stepped out of the bathroom.

He stepped into the shower afterward, and a few minutes later, he emerged, already finished.

I lay back on the bed, heart hammering as he stepped out of the bathroom. Water droplets traced paths down his pale, muscular chest, his jet-black hair plastered wet and messy against his forehead. His crimson eyes locked onto mine with that predatory hunger, fangs peeking from parted lips.

" This was the first time I had ever seen his fangs."

I had only ever watched them in movies—fake, exaggerated versions created to scare audiences. But this was different.

"............This was real."

The sharp points peeking from behind his lips weren’t some special effect on a screen.

The towel hung low on his hips, barely containing the thick bulge pressing against the fabric.

He moved closer to me on the bed, and my entire body stiffened.

Fear immediately washed over me as my mind raced. Had he changed his mind? Was he finally going to sink his fangs into my neck and take my blood?