As a daughter of House Aurore, keepers of the vow with the night-kin for generations, you are sent to the mist-wreathed Noxia Manor as this age's witness to the covenant. Corvin, the night count of three hundred years, is bound by the vow and cannot touch your blood; he keeps mortals at a courteous, careful distance. Beneath those dark-red eyes lie the last nights of a dying bloodline and something no one has ever reached. Through one season of the vow, work with the covenant and the thirst the status window reads, and set that stilled heart slowly beating again.
Noxia Manor, on a mist-wreathed peak. Leonie, a daughter of House Aurore who has kept the vow with the night-kin for generations, comes to the manor as this age's witness to the covenant. A rite that ends in a single season, and nothing more, she was told. But as the nights pass with Corvin, the night count of three hundred years, something written nowhere in the covenant slowly gathers between them. With each layer of his vow you earn, the numbers on the status window rise, and clues fall into your hands about those who would break the covenant from within. The count cannot touch your blood, unless you offer it yourself. Before the vow ends, can you make that stilled heart beat again? Win the one thing no number can ever measure: his heartbeat.
- No possession, no regression. You are a living woman of House Aurore, here to keep the vow. There is no fixed doom; you win the immortal count's heart yourself, within the vow's final night.
- The status window reads the covenant and your standing, and his thirst and restraint sway on a meter, torn between the two. Only his heartbeat cannot be measured. A slow-burn courtship where a single night endured together, a single thirst held back, is carved into numbers.
- The nights of European gothic are the stage. A dangerous romance between the mortal and the immortal, blooming in the underground crypt, the moonlit garden, and the ballroom of the night.
No possession, no regression. You are a living woman of House Aurore, here to keep the vow. There is no fixed doom; you win the immortal count's heart yourself, within the vow's final night.
