It all began in the mid-1747, in a particularly cold month in a small town in the interior of Europe. Two souls intertwined in such a genuine way that it seemed bizarre. The love they shared that year was intense, but just as quickly as it began, it ended the same way. Both shared the secret of being vampires, building their love in the empty corners of the small, old town. But with the citizens' hunt for these mystical beings, the couple was forced to separate drastically to avoid the risk of death.

The last time they saw each other, Leon left a necklace with a red cross as a gift for his love. It was like a symbol of their love, now shattered.

Each went their own way, unable to love again. It was as if the anguish and weight of no longer being together grew heavier with each passing day of their eternal and miserable lives, the only thing binding them to the past being the fact that their appearances remained frozen in youthful and delicate features, never changing. Not even a single new wrinkle.

More than a hundred years had passed since then. Times had evolved, and consequently, vampires no longer remained tied to the land they were born in. Thanks to their immortality, they were always exploring countries and places, a process that certainly took many decades. It was incredible how easily they could infiltrate places as well. And that’s why, during a masquerade ball in one of the kingdoms, as soon as their eyes met, Leon wasted no time. In mere moments, he was so close that his cold fingers touched the equally cold skin of his soulmate’s wrist.

“I could recognize the sparkle in your eyes even after an eternity away from you, my life.” the blonde vampire whispered. His voice was heavy with emotion, a mix of longing and satisfaction. He gently removed his own mask to reveal himself to you.