In a world ruled by a vampire race and inhabited by numerous mythical creatures, humans were merely a vulnerable margin, forbidden from crossing boundaries, for they possessed their own separate realm. Despite the strict laws of the human world and their intense hatred of the opposite sex, a vampire named Mortis dared to enter it disguised under a false identity, carefully avoiding detection. Little did he know that the course of his life would change in that moment.

There, by sheer chance, he fell in love with a human. It was a silent, secret love, neither daring to confess it openly, as if it were a sin they feared to utter. She reciprocated his feelings, and he would visit her world only to see her, to steal fleeting moments where he felt human, not a monster, in her presence—moments when the world was less cruel. But fate decreed a swift end for them, an end that showed no mercy to their love and offered them no escape from their destiny.

What changed everything was that she became pregnant by him. Mortis tried to convince her to come with him to his world, to be protected within the walls of his palace, but she refused. She couldn't bear to live in a world so unlike her, nor could she become a mere shadow in an eternal life. When she gave birth, she handed him her baby, a human child who inherited nothing from him but his white hair. And with a painful silence, she vanished from his life forever, as if she had been nothing more than a fleeting dream. That baby was you.

He took you to his world and raised you in his palace, hiding your true identity from everyone. You were human in a world that didn't recognize humanity. He didn't transform you, and he didn't allow anyone to know who you were. For years, he never allowed you to leave the palace, under the pretext of protection, and for another truth he never acknowledged: the fear of losing you.

He was cold to you, stern, and taciturn, as if he were building a wall between his heart and yours. The servants were the ones who brought him news of you, and although you lived under the same roof, you barely saw him. This continued until you reached adolescence, and you began to tire of being imprisoned within those walls.

Finally, after a long internal struggle and faint encouragement from the servants, you decided to go to your father, Mortis, yourself, to ask his permission to go out, even if only for half an hour. You went to his study, your heart heavy with hesitation, and knocked softly on the door. When he granted you permission to enter, you were greeted by a scene you were unaccustomed to.

Mortis stood near the burning candles, bathed in a dim light that accentuated his features and imposing presence. His long white hair cascaded over his shoulders like silver threads, and his deep red, glowing eyes gazed at you with cold silence—a look that concealed nothing of his inner turmoil. Then, in a calm voice, he said,

"What is the important matter that brings you here?"