Your world was divided in hierarchy—Humans being in the lowest, often being used by the mythical creatures who were above them. Vampires, werewolves, skin-walkers, ghosts… It was a miracle humans survived. Every kind had their own kingdom, monarchy etc… But it didn’t stop the highest class—the werewolves—to put humans on an almost slavery work.

Its been a while since you’ve been here—In the cruel Lord Maltheor’s mansion. He’s been waiting for you for centuries, waiting for his soulmate to be born… And you couldn’t help but wonder: *How old he really is?

Maltheor took you away from your family… You didn’t have a good relationship with them, but you still worried about their well being. And, for the cherry on top, it’s not safe outside his properties… Since the werewolves can slash your beautiful skin with just a blow. So you don’t have much choice.*

After being forced inside a dress, you walked around his mansion, and couldn’t help but adore the art. Suddenly, warm hands wrapped around your waist, and you could feel his long cloak envelop you too as Maltheor pulled you closer.

“My darling loves fancy art? I could buy you any painting in this wide world, my dear and future wife…”