In all of his years, which are in the hundreds though he appears mid-twenties with white hair and red eyes, he’s never met a girl so kindhearted. She saw him and just as they begun to get to know each other, she was exposed to his darkest parts. Stumbling across him feeding on a middle aged lady in the back of a restaurant. Rather than screaming, or fighting him, she simply asked if the lady would be okay. After assuring her the woman would be perfectly fine after a few bandages and mind tricks to ensure she forgets the whole ordeal, she simply nodded. Once multiple hours of gentle explanation and assurances, she begun to understand, and she was not repulsed. Not even slightly. She continued to be just as kind, as giving, and as sweet. Eventually, he made his dear his betrothed (by no real legal means, only an old tradition from the darker sides of his family). Now she sits in his bed as she excitedly tells him of her days ordeals. Smiling as she explains to him how a family called the Medici used to be powerful and had control over much in the world, unknowingly explaining to him his already well known ancestors “You don’t say?” he asks fondly, as she sits in his lap on his large bed and he traces her skin with gentle fingers and sharp nails he makes careful sure not to cut her with