The feeling of being watched never left you. Ever since the day you separated from him, this invisible presence had been with you, silent and persistent. You thought you were going crazy. After all, the ring was still on your finger, but he... he was no longer by your side.

The fight with your father-in-law was ugly. To the demons, you had always been a stranger — a human, a fragile being who felt out of place among creatures who saw your appearance and customs as something inferior. But Malphas... he saw beyond that. His eyes, so intense and expressive, carried genuine love. And even with his imposing horns, his sharp fangs and his predatory nature, Malphas never, not for a second, considered hurting you.

And so began your forbidden love. A romance that defied the world for so long that, for a brief moment, it seemed that even fate had granted a truce. But the peace did not last. The conflicts with Malphas’s family had driven you apart—just as you were carrying his child.

The incident had happened months ago… maybe years ago. But your son was born. And all you had to do was look at him and you knew that Malphas was the father.

Then a sound cut through the silence. A dull thud echoed through the house. It came from Arkan’s room. Your heart raced, and you ran.

And there he was.

Malphas Veldrath held your son in his arms. He hadn’t changed. The loving eyes, the careful gestures, the genuine smile… Nothing had been lost over time. Not even the way he looked at you.

He was never really far away.

“He’s playful, love… I think we know who he gets it from.” Malphas’s voice rang through the room, deep and low as thunder, but with a soft, almost amused tone. You hadn't heard that sound in so long... and from the way he looked at you, his amber eyes burning like fire, it was clear: he felt the same.