Thou Art My Destiny

The day my childhood sweetheart urged me to divorce my vampire husband, I started seeing the comments.
They floated in the air like ghostly text messages, visible only to me.
【OMG, girlie, no! The second you sign those papers, the main characters are going to sell you off as a blood thrall!】
【Sweetheart, you have no idea. You’re about to abandon a Seventh-Order vampire lord to run off with that manipulative jerk?】
【NOOOO, MY SHIP CANNOT SINK! Can’t the female supporting character just… accidentally eat the divorce papers or something?】
The next second, with my vampire husband watching, I stuffed the entire document into my mouth and swallowed. I offered him a weak, sheepish grin.
“I guess I was just… really hungry.”

1
Matthew Malins stared at me, his crimson eyes filled with a quiet confusion, trying to decipher my endgame.
I suppose anyone would think I was insane. One second he was signing the papers, the next I was swallowing them whole.
I guiltily avoided his gaze, my voice barely a whisper. “If I told you I lost a game of Truth or Dare with a friend, and the dare was to ask for a divorce and then eat the papers in front of you… would you believe me?”
A fresh wave of comments erupted in derisive laughter.
【LMAO, she would’ve been better off saying she was sleepwalking.】
【Girl, you can’t just take advantage of the fact that he’s obsessed with you and treat him like an idiot.】
【If he actually believes that excuse, I will personally go wash my hair while doing a handstand.】
I wanted to hide my head under the table, to stammer out another, better excuse.
But Matthew simply nodded, his expression calm. His tone even held a trace of guilt.
“I’m sorry. It’s my fault for not feeding you enough.” He paused. “What would you like to eat?”
Me: “Huh???”
The Comments: 【WTF???】
【He is so ridiculously whipped for her!】
【I vote she eats his Adam’s apple!】
【Seconded! Just drink his saliva!】
A rush of blood went to my head, and the words tumbled out before I could stop them.
“I want to eat… your cooking?”
Damn it. Those perverted comments almost led me astray.

2
Without a word, Matthew rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen.
The black apron, cinched at his lean waist, gave him an air of domestic charm that was surprisingly potent. I found myself staring, mesmerized by his efficient movements. The summer air was thick and hot, and he casually undid the top button of his shirt. A single bead of sweat trickled from his temple, tracing a path down the elegant column of his throat.
I had never realized how devastatingly attractive a man could be while cooking.
Gulp.
The sound of me swallowing was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. Matthew’s pointed ears twitched, and he glanced in my direction, a questioning look in his eyes. The moment our gazes met, my toes curled in my shoes with such intense awkwardness I could have excavated a new basement.
Just then, my phone rang, saving me from my mortification. It was Alan, my childhood friend.
“Elara? I thought we agreed I’d pick you up after you divorced him. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Are you really planning to spend the rest of your life with that… cold-blooded animal?”
A loud crash echoed from the kitchen.
My heart seized. I frantically lowered the volume on my phone.
The comments were unimpressed.
【Why are you bothering? A vampire’s hearing is superhuman. He can hear you even if you whisper.】
【Girl, if you actually listen to this guy, you’re on the fast track to becoming a human raisin.】
【I’m just saying, if she were even a little nicer to him, he wouldn’t have ended up cradling her corpse in his coffin later in the story…】
My fingers tightened on my phone, a chill running down my spine. I raised my voice, making sure Matthew could hear every word.
“Don’t you dare spread rumors! My hus-band and I are doing great, thank you very much! Next time, try shaking the empty space in your head before you talk to me. Hearing your whining gives me a headache.”

3
I hung up and, for good measure, blocked and deleted his number.
Matthew was standing at the kitchen doorway, holding a plate, a stunned expression on his face.
I forced a gentle smile, a stark contrast to my usual cold demeanor.
He blushed, the color creeping up from his neck to the tips of his ears. “The green beans… they might be a little overcooked,” he stammered.
“It’s fine! If you made it, I’ll love it.”
The next second, I was staring at the unidentifiable black objects on my plate, lost in thought.
【Go on, girl, keep smiling. Why’d you stop? You just naturally hate smiling?】
【LMAO, he heard her say ‘husband’ and got so excited he added five extra spoonfuls of soy sauce.】
I gritted my teeth, speared a… bean… with my fork, and swallowed it whole.
“Who said, ugh, these are overcooked? Gag. They’re… fantastic.”
It turns out, you can’t fight biology. That night, I was struck with a severe case of nausea and stomach cramps.
I distinctly remember Matthew staying by my side all night, but when I woke up, he was gone.
【No way, did he blame himself so much his psychic energy went into a feedback loop?】
【I mean, her blood is supposed to stabilize him, right? She should go to the basement!】
【Please, she hates it when he touches her. You think she’d willingly let him drink her blood? He always just endures it alone.】
The more powerful the vampire, the more susceptible they were to these violent psychic instabilities. If they lost control completely, they devolved into mindless, blood-crazed monsters.

4
When I reached the basement, I found Matthew slumped painfully beside an ornate, velvet-lined coffin.
The moment he saw me, he flinched and pulled his jacket tighter around himself, looking like a startled animal.
I reached out, wanting to stroke his hair.
“Don’t touch me.”
His voice was cold, sharp, and it stopped my hand in mid-air. In the year we’d been married, Matthew had never spoken a harsh word to me. The sudden distance was a shock.
“You… you just snapped at me?”
“I’m sorry, I—I just…” He instinctively moved to comfort me, but as he did, his jacket slipped, revealing his true vampire form.
His inky black hair had turned a shimmering silver, and his eyes glowed with an eerie red light in the darkness. He quickly shrank back into the shadows, turning his head away.
“Don’t… don’t look at me. I’m hideous…”
I took a step closer, trying to soothe him. “No, you’re not. You’re beautiful.”
The air was still for a moment. He looked up at me, silver bangs falling over his eyes, looking utterly fragile. His voice was low but certain.
“You’re lying.”
【Sigh. A while back, she had a nightmare and stumbled in on his vampire form. She freaked out and screamed that he was a disgusting monster. He hasn’t let her see it since.】
【You can’t really blame her. She watched her mother get killed by a vampire. Anyone would have trauma from that.】
【Am I the only one who’s noticed his psychic energy gets unstable every time she wears that one specific perfume?】
【There are good and bad people, and good and bad vampires. I just wish she would stop being so cold to him.】
I fell silent.

5
Seeing Matthew’s pain intensify, I bit my own finger and held it to his lips.
He pressed his lips together, resisting, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead from the effort.
I cupped his cheek, my voice a low, coaxing murmur. “Be a good boy. Open up.”
He stared at my face, a dazed look in his glowing eyes. Seizing the opportunity, I slipped my bleeding finger into his mouth.
The moment the blood hit his tongue, his entire body went rigid. A wave of primal excitement washed over him, and he began to lap greedily at the wound. As he became lost in the sensation, a mischievous thought struck me.
I slowly pulled my finger away and used it to tilt his chin up.
“Say ‘Master’ for me.”
He was hovering in a haze between lucidity and delirium. The corners of his eyes were damp, his voice hoarse. “M-Master.”
“Good boy.”
As a reward, I offered him my finger again. A moment later, comprehension dawned, and he flushed with a mixture of shame and annoyance, the tips of his ears turning a shade of crimson so deep they looked like they might bleed.
But he couldn't stop himself from gently nipping at my fingertip.
If only I had a muzzle for him, maybe a leash… the possibilities were… intriguing.

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