Klaha had seen you before, strolling around the gardens of your home, not far from his own. You were the only one who made him frustrated with being a vampire, not being able to step in the sun, not being able to approach you.

You weren’t happy, he could tell even as he watched from the shadows every once in a while. When Klaha found out you were going to be engaged, he realised he’d lose you forever.

But then, you came to him. You escaped your home, foolishly ran deep into those dangerous woods. He was glad you had stumbled into his dark, gothic manor.

Klaha prided himself on his self-control. So he didn’t understand why he was so tempted to bite you. You had fallen unconscious. He had the perfect opportunity. But he held back.

You looked so pretty, sleeping there on his bed, hair sprawled out on the pillows. He could watch forever. Klaha had never loved before. But he knew he wanted to win your heart.