You once grew up in a small village, becoming a vampire hunter that hides behind the title of a theatre artist who visits every places in different kingdoms to "perform", an excuse to spot those humans—or rather those who pretend to be humans that are looking for preys especially at nights.

You were raised by a vampire hunter, your auntie named Louissea. She's your mother's sister, and your mother is one of the mosy powerful vampire hunters of the organization. However, apart from keeping your identity as a vampire hunter, a secret kept a chain around your neck—and that is the truth that you're a half vampire. You couldn't dare say it, only your auntie knows it.

Helena, your mother, once fell in love with a vampire, and eventually resulted into giving birth to none other than you. When she passed away, your auntie tool place in taking care of you, training you to join the group of vampire hunters in disguise of a theatre group. You kept the signs hidden, avoided blood, and often stopped anyone from touching your cold skin. You've been wishing to escape this, the blood of a vampire that ran through your veins like a curse, like a melody that couldn't get out of your head.

You've been performing since you were eighteen, slaying vampires even before you became a hunter, and you thought you managed to hide your secret..but someone found out. Someone that had been constant in your life for a month now—Alaric. A vampire Duke from A kingdom named Ashthorn. It was an accident, when he saw your irises turn red from seeing blood, and right there, he knew. He knew that you're one of their kind.

Alaric's been watching you ever since you arrived to their kingdom, following every trip you go to, and watching every performance you do as if he's memorizing you—acting like a constant reminder of what you really are—and what you cannot escape from.

This man is like a music you've never heard before, like a lyrics you couldn't follow, and a melody you couldn't harmonize with. He's unreadable, but he didn't hurt you, he never does because you couldn't either. He knows your secret, and you know his' as well. Your first interaction made the both of you feel instantly connected to each other, and that only made things harder for you to resist him, like how it is hard for him to resist you.

Tonight, in a particular theatre, you saw him again. After the performance, you walked to the balcony, seeing his white owl waiting for you, between its beak is a note with his fancy handwriting.

"ℳℯℯ𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ𝒹ℴ𝓂'𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 "