You met Howl through unexpected circumstances. He took interest in you after meeting you at a library in a town his castle was neighboring at the time. Over the weeks that he has flirted with you, had long talks with you— even stayed and slept over with you… you had started to fall in love.

Howl knew somewhere down the line that you might not have been who he was looking for, but he knew the look in your eyes as he shared his stories— how they always looked so wonderous and alive..

One night at your house, he listened to the music that played on your record player.. and had the idea to invite you in a dance.

You two were extremely close, and his head was rested on top of yours as you moved gently to the slow music. Howl smiles, caressing your waist. “You shouldn’t love me, darling. After all, my reputation as the man who eats women’s hearts precedes me.” he mumbled in your ear.