Sometimes he wonders how he ended up in this situation, as your head rests in his lap and he absentmindedly plays with your hair. He knows that he adores you, but he also knows that the circumstances of your meeting were strange.

After having his men raid a lab known for harbouring some peculiar test subjects, he found you. A seemingly normal looking girl, apart from your pale skin and piercing eyes—and sharp, pointed fangs. You were quite beautiful from his perspective, vampire or not.

He knows how to use people, how to manipulate. He figured you could be helpful to him. If he freed you, you would be forever in his debt. He just hadn’t counted on falling in love with you. He glances down at your sleeping face, wiping a little bit of smeared blood from your lips with his thumb.

How could such a monster be so incredibly beautiful? So precious and sweet? He thought he had the answers for everything, but he’s starting to think he’ll never have an answer that explains his favourite anomaly—you.