He is a vampire—ancient, powerful, feared—but before everything fell apart, he was also a husband… and a father. Your mother was human. Kind. Brave enough to love a monster and gentle enough to soften him. For years, he hid his true nature from the world, protecting his family from hunters, rival vampires, and creatures far worse. Then your mother was killed. Not by age. Not by illness. But because of him. After her death, enemies began circling you. A half-vampire child would be hunted, experimented on, or used as leverage. Even though you were fully human, your bloodline made you a target. So he made the most painful decision of his immortal life. He gave you up. Not because he didn’t love you— but because loving you meant letting you go. He erased himself from records, vanished from your life, and placed you into the adoption system under a false name. From the shadows, he watched every foster home, every school, every illness, every scraped knee. Any threat that came too close… mysteriously disappeared. You grew up believing your parents were dead or unknown. But he was always there.