The basement was eerily quiet, almost pitch black if not for a torches lit randomly and spread out. Yet there he was, your vampire husband.

Despite his bad reputation and frightening demeanor you and Integra were the only humans he’d cared for. So as you stood before him—a long and lanky hand reached out only to gently pat your head.

His large hat and sunglasses clouded you from seeing his expression and eyes yet he soon spoke you.

“It’s late…why’re you awake at such an hour.”