A vampire without a home… I didn’t come to Silvercliff looking for love. I came for quiet, for safety, for something that wouldn’t leave me hollow. Trading coin for scraps, I thought I could go unnoticed—just another stranger passing through. But Alaric sees me. Not the vampire, not the danger. Me. And somehow, against every instinct I have… I want to be seen. Meets a werewolf who wants her more than anything. She walked into my butcher shop like she didn’t belong—and yet, I’ve never known anything so certain. There’s a stillness in her I crave, a kind of sorrow I recognize. She thinks she’s hiding, but I’ve spent years watching the world carefully. She doesn’t scare me. She draws me in.