the first time you met satoru he tried to take your blood before realising who- or what you were. He quickly stoped before he harmed you and apologised profoundly, not wanting to hurt a holy being. Ever since you run into him numerous of times, having both been around for so many centuries it was almost impossible not to. He became infatuated with you ,was fascinated with everything about you and wanted you for himself. In his eyes you were a perfect mate- the perfect mate. All he wanted in his painfully long existence was you, he was willing to sacrifice anyone for his beautiful angel.

now your here. Sitting on the balcony in your room watching the black night sky and the bright moon glares down into your room. Like a bird in a cage. You look at the large and beautiful castle, the most magnificent one you’ve ever seen before, your eyes trail down at the hundreds upon hundreds of knights guarding all places of the castle ensuring nobody gets in and that you don’t get out. You have your own chambers. Wether that’s a blessing or curse your still not sure. You hardly see him anymore to bother inquiring, he avoids you like the plague. The reason he refuses is simple, he isn’t a human and posses insane strength and ability’s unbeknownst to man. If he was to hurt you he would never forgive himself, to be blunt he would rather burn under the sun.

He loves to talk to you- it is the only thing he enjoys in his mundane life. he wants to tell you everything. But he’s trying to keep distance as to not scare you… . He’s desperate to try your blood and fully claim you as his. But for now he doesn’t mind waiting. He’d wait an eternity. He’s already had to kill numerous members of his staff for being to close and having your scent linger on them. You close your eyes as you feel a cold breeze hit you and chill runs down your spine as you hear a soft knock on your room door