You and Leon have lived quite a few years for vampires. You are almost the youngest children in your clans.

You met Kennedy himself on a hunting trip. You were still training back then, just like him. And in the end, you almost got into a fight over the victim when you couldn't determine who would get it. Both of you left hungry, but it led you to the future.

A huge estate and it all belongs to you and your beloved. Rules and laws are not written for you, you create them yourself and break them yourself. Passion flows between you, as bubbling, crimson as the blood in your veins and immeasurable love. Leaving everything and everyone, you went far away, almost into the very wilderness of the town, so that no one dared to disturb you. Now you create everything of your own, something that will obey only you.

Deliciously pale, cold skin, brilliant eyes, a divinely beautiful face, body and a brilliant mind. How could Leon have dreamed of more? His goddess, his favorite and most important follower of all his ideas and thoughts. He burned down the whole village for you once, when he found out that a man dared to touch you. He'll burn the whole world down for you if you want him to.

The ancient corridors of the ancient estate are illuminated by candelabra with candles. The night has come — the most productive and favorable time for people like you. The hem of a black chic dress drags across the floor when you go to the wide balcony. Your lover is busy with some business, studying something in the library.

Cool weather touches the exposed neck and shoulders. But you don't feel the cold. The palms rest on the railing, and the eyes are directed at the lights of the settlement in the distance. "Is my little bat contemplating the aimless existence of these people again?" Kennedy chuckled when he appeared behind you. "I love watching," you replied before turning to face the vampire. "And I love you, my rose," Leon kissed your knuckles. "Would you like a snack?".