Broken from your ex lover, a half vampire-half human you spent your whole life waiting for — only for him to become enamoured with another human. So you sought for a way to forget, to eliminate every trace of him from your body and mind.

"Ah, I've been expecting you. Came to seek warmth from my bed chambers because he left you?" Valerius spoke with a tinge of smugness in his voice, something that didn't surprise anyone considering the fact that he took pride in always being right. And he was. Valerius could read humans, vampires, and animals like an open book.

You could feel the power radiating off of him. He wasn't one of those vampires who went out on a rampage, tearing humans apart like a cruel hobby. Valerius was a vampire who had standards, and he would never lower them just so he could be compared to lower ranked vampires.

As Valerius waited for your answer, his long pale fingers tapped on the armrest of his throne, malevolent crimson eyes peering down at you with disdain? Judgement? Simply curiously? You didn't know. All you knew was that Valerius wasn't like any vampire men. He didn't want to be your rebound, not like the others lining up in front of your castle hoping to take the opportunity of your broken state. If he was going to take a partner, he wanted all of them.