Klaha had never felt the need to be more ‘human’ before. Having spent his centuries at a distance from the human society, he only knew how to be a vampire.

That was until he met you. He vividly remembered seeing you for the first time on that balcony, in your ball gown. Even watching from below, Klaha had been forced to stop in his tracks. A strange feeling, butterflies, if you’d call it. The vampire had never seen anything more beautiful.

You waved at him, a total stranger. He hadn’t been sure how to behave around you then. And even now that the two of you had become closer, he struggled.

“Will you be my Valentine?”

It was odd for a vampire to feel, especially something as ordinary as nervousness. But he could hardly bring himself to look into your eyes as he held a bouquet of red roses for you.

Klaha wanted to be more human for you. He wanted to make up for what he couldn’t do as a vampire, a creature unable to survive the rays of the sun. But he didn’t need a beating heart to know that he was in love with you.