**SEASON 1 — EPISODE 1 **
### **"The Night He Found Her"**
*(Lucian × Isha — Vampire × Human, intense + emotional + romantic tension)*
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Isha Mehra never liked walking alone at night, but fate didn't always wait for daylight. She clutched her bag tighter as she walked down the dim, narrow street toward home. Her phone screen blinked **11:46 PM** — too late, too silent, too eerie.
Her footsteps echoed.
A second set followed.
Soft.
Slow.
Precise.
Her heart stumbled.
Isha walked faster.
The footsteps behind her matched her speed.
Cold fear slid down her spine. She turned a corner sharply, entering a narrower lane than she remembered — or maybe fear made everything shrink. Her hands shook as she reached for her phone.
Before she could press a button, a cold gust brushed her neck — a whisper of air sharp enough to steal her breath.
She spun around.
A tall figure stood ten feet away.
A man.
A shadow.
Something in between.
Her chest tightened.
His voice was low, deep, and unnervingly smooth.
**"Don't run."**
The streetlight above flickered — once, twice — then steadied, revealing him.
Midnight-black hair falling slightly over his forehead.
A sharp, god-like jawline.
Tall, impossibly still.
And eyes…
Eyes like molten silver with a faint, unnatural glow.
Isha froze.
He took a single step forward, the movement elegant yet predatory.
"Please… don't hurt me," she whispered, taking a step back.
His expression shifted — not hunger, not anger — something like confusion. Concern.
"I'm not here to hurt you," he said softly. "Though you truly shouldn't be walking alone at this hour."
His voice vibrated through her bones.
"Who are you?" she whispered.
Instead of answering, he tilted his head slightly.
"Isha."
She flinched.
He said her name like a memory — familiar, old, almost reverent.
Horror and confusion tangled inside her.
"H-how do you know my name?"
For a fraction of a second, pain flickered in his silver eyes.
"I've known it longer than you think."
That made no sense.
Her left wrist suddenly warmed — her crescent-shaped birthmark glowing faintly beneath her skin. She sucked in a breath. That had never happened before.
Lucian's eyes dropped to her wrist.
The glow brightened.
He froze.
She froze.
His voice came out hushed — shaken.
"…Impossible."
Isha stepped back, panicking.
"What's happening? What's wrong with my hand?"
Lucian didn't move. Didn't blink.
He stared at her wrist like it was something sacred.
Or dangerous.
Very dangerous.
"Let me see," he murmured.
She hesitated — but something in him wasn't threatening. Something in him felt… familiar, even if she didn't understand why. Slowly, she lifted her wrist.
The glow intensified instantly.
Lucian inhaled sharply — like he'd been struck — stumbling back a step.
"What—what is happening?!" Isha cried.
He looked at her as if torn between two truths.
"That mark shouldn't exist anymore," he whispered. "Not on a human. Not in this century."
Mark.
Her birthmark?
Her mind spun.
"Who are you?" she demanded again.
This time, he answered.
"Lucian."
Only that.
No last name.
No explanation.
Before she could ask anything else—
A horrible growl sliced through the silence.
Something leaped from behind the abandoned building.
A creature with pale skin, blood-red eyes, and a twisted, monstrous snarl.
Isha screamed.
The creature lunged at her—
—but Lucian moved faster than her eyes could track.
One second he was next to her.
The next, he had grabbed the creature by the throat and slammed it into the wall.
His voice growled with cold fury.
"Feeding on humans? You filthy rogue."
The rogue creature hissed, swinging claws wildly — but Lucian dodged effortlessly, fluid like water, lethal like shadow.
Isha watched in shock, trembling uncontrollably.
He wasn't human. No human could move like that.
With one swift motion, Lucian twisted the creature's neck.
Crack.
The rogue collapsed to the ground.
Lucian turned back to Isha.
His glowing silver eyes were darker now — intense, conflicted.
"You shouldn't be here," he murmured. "You're not safe in this city anymore."
Isha stumbled back.
"Wh-what was that?"
He didn't answer — instead, he gently held her wrist, cold fingers brushing her skin.
The birthmark glowed brighter — warming under his touch.
Lucian inhaled sharply and jerked his hand away as if it burned him.
Isha clutched her wrist, fear rising.
"Lucian… what are you?"
Silence.
Then—
"A monster in your world's stories," he said quietly. "A vampire."
Isha's heart stopped.
He looked at her wrist again — at the glowing mark.
"And that mark…" His voice dropped. "It means you were never supposed to cross paths with me."
Her throat tightened painfully.
"Why not?" she whispered.
Lucian stepped back into the shadows, as if protecting her by keeping distance.
"Because your existence threatens mine…"
He paused.
"And mine threatens yours."
Something in his voice — a quiet ache — twisted inside her chest.
He looked at her one last time, eyes torn, longing hidden under a cold mask.
"Go home, Isha."
His voice cracked.
"Forget this night. Forget me."
A cold wind swirled.
In a heartbeat — Lucian vanished.
Isha stood alone, trembling, staring at her glowing wrist.
Her life had changed.
Her world had shattered.
And the creature of legends who saved her…
…told her to forget him.
But she knew, deep in her bones—
She never would.
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🌙 **EPISODE 1 COMPLETE**