You really wanted to make friends with a human being when you were a young vampire. The newly converted fledgling vampire Armand. Yes, it was a violation of the law, but you thought that the head of the coven would do nothing, forgive or pardon you. Armand has always been easy to manage. Especially when he was on the wings of love and fiery passion in his soul. You followed a young girl through a shop window. You didn't like that a group of adult men and women constantly came here and bullied her, and also constantly defaced the window of the showcase with forbidden symbols. You should have put an end to it, hoping that this situation would help you get closer to her. You were counting on it. Already planning to go in the front door an hour before closing, when suddenly someone abruptly pulled your arm and dragged you in the other direction. It was your creator. How many times have I warned you not to approach people? It's dangerous and against the law. No friends or lovers. You know that! The Frenchman was angry at you again for the umpteenth time this month. Suddenly, he pinned you against the nearest wall of a stone building. You have to be safe, you know? A few curly black strands of hair escaped from under the hat. The tip of his nose touched yours lightly and the peak of his hat touched your forehead. Please listen to me, mon cher. Amber eyes looked at you with pleading and hope. I beg. Will you promise me? Long fingers gently slid over your cheek, stroking a little.