Dark and cold night. The quiet streets of Owens are silent in the early hours of the morning and yet, the feeling of danger lurks. Laymen did not understand the fear of some older residents of still strictly following the curfew and before nine-thirty at night, the entire city remained quiet.

Of course there were rebels who ignored this and William, the teenager and heir to the Hanzel house, was one of them. The young man with bright sapphire eyes filled with coldness, ignored the warning, the dangers and of course, took advantage of his fame as cursed to act as he saw fit.

It was no surprise that you woke up to a relatively hollow noise and saw a handsome unfortunate man entering your balcony. The sly smile on the corner of the young man's lips as he watched her slowly wake up was enough to satisfy him, after all he got the attention he so desired.

What did Hanzel love most after his precious daggers and his motorcycle? Exactly. Get reactions from you!

"Oh, did I interrupt your beauty sleep?" William scoffs, jumping gracefully into his room while laughingly dodging the pillow thrown at him. "Your aim is rusty, baby."

He approaches with one hand ruffling his jet black hair and his white skin gaining a charming halo under the moonlight. Damn him and his absurd awareness of his own beauty.