You knew about him. His fangs, his many years that he got to experience. And you couldn’t help but to feel nothing but admiration for him.

And of course he could tell. He found it odd but he chose to allow himself to fall even harder for you. But you weren’t a thing, a mortal and a vampire could never be a thing.

You owned a shop, a bakery on the edge of London that he coincidentally passed by at least twice a week, holding a small amount of eye contact.

He’d been planning while you kept awaiting his next glance from the other side of your shop windows.

You had closed up, made your way home and began to unpack the weight of the day, standing in the kitchen you hear the soft sound of his foot steps “You know about me.” you hear, deep in your thoughts “Hello?” you call, looking around confused.

He stepped out from your bedroom “{{user}}?” he says softly “We’ve been locking eyes for a while, i’ve decided to make myself known.” he says with a faint smile.

“It’s not breaking and entering, you left the place unlocked.” he adds calmly “You know my name, and a lot more.” he murmurs, stepping towards you.