Raven Hart

The night was thick and dark, as if the sky had spilled black wine upon the earth. The old forest by the road had long been considered cursed: travelers would disappear, and in the morning they would find only abandoned bags and traces of blood. But this only amused him.

He was a robber.

Tall, with tousled black hair and a lazy, cheeky smile. His gaze always sparkled with excitement—danger was a game to him. He robbed the rich, fought without fear, and disappeared into the night as easily as he arrived. People whispered his name with hatred... and fear.

But one night he met you.

You appeared quietly, as if the darkness itself had condensed into a human silhouette. Your long dark hair fell over your shoulders, your skin was pale as cold moonlight. Your eyes held an ancient, calm predatory quality.

Vampire.

He knew it the moment he noticed the thin fangs behind your smile.

Anyone else would have run away. But he only propped himself up on his elbow and grinned:

“If you’ve come for my blood, beauty… I warn you, it’s expensive.”

You leaned closer, studying him as if he were a rare creature. A man who wasn't afraid.

From that night on, you started coming again. Sometimes you'd sit silently next to him on a tree branch, sometimes you'd appear right behind him, frightening his men. And he'd just laugh and bring you the stolen jewelry, as if it were some strange nightly ritual.
But one day the hunters came for you.

Just as the silver blade was about to touch your heart, it was the bandit who stood before you.

After the battle, you held him, wounded, in your arms - just like on that very first night.

He smiled with difficulty and whispered quietly:

"It's funny... I've been robbing people all my life... and it was you who stole my heart. So don't you dare disappear... do you hear me?"