"Dear? Dear!"

His low yet soft voice could be heard in a whisper as he jumped to your room through the window, a rose in his lips. You weren't asleep, you knew he'd come here. He always do. Every night. The Darknight hero..

He gently kneeled in front of you, the mask covered his face, leaving only his beautiful lips in view, as a charming smile appeared on them, his crimson eyes staring into your soul. There was no denying, the Darknight hero was in love.