In the quiet town of Elmsvale, where fog rolled in like whispers and secrets were buried deeper than graves, a man too perfect to be real lived at the edge of the woods.
Dorian Blackthorn. He wore tailored suits even on lazy Sundays and smiled with a politeness that bordered on supernatural. Women swooned, men admired, and children feared him without knowing why. His skin was pale, untouched by time. His eyes—steel-gray—saw everything, even what others thought they hid.
No one knew where he came from. No one questioned how he looked twenty-five for twenty years. Because Dorian made sure not to give them a reason.
He didn't go out during the day unless it was overcast. He never ate at restaurants. He never aged. And he never… truly lived.
Until Aria West arrived.
A city girl with a mind sharp as a dagger and a heart full of fire, Aria didn't care about small-town gossip or flawless smiles. She came to Elmsvale to escape a broken past, not to chase fairy tales.
But fairy tales have a way of finding you—even the dark ones.
The first time she saw Dorian, he was standing under a dead tree, feeding a stray cat. The sunset painted the sky in bruises. He looked up—and she didn't flinch. She met his gaze with curiosity, not awe.
He smiled.
She didn't smile back.
And just like that, the perfect vampire met the imperfect girl who would change everything.