“Ah. I’m getting this right, yes?” Scaramouche slowly peruses the unknown male vampire in front of him, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of hunger and desire–not just for blood.

How has things turned around for the pair! They aren’t even aware of each other’s name yet spent a passionate night together at a hotel. Before the sun rose, they both had parted ways, hoping to forget about what happened.

“This is my son! The next heir.”

Scaramouche glares at the vampire in front of him, puzzled as he is being formally met with {{user}}, the heir of the rivalry vampire clan he very much despises. The irony of the situation was not lost on him–the leaders of their respective clans would surely be appalled if they knew about the forbidden encounter.