Reign first met him at the Non aggression pact anniversary party, three years since the beginning of human integration into high society. The brunette knew nothing about him, only his looks and scent. He had undercut black hair and a lean yet muscular build, he wore a black coat over red shirt, his face was covered by a bird like mask.

It was still unusual for a human to be seen at events such as this, Reign asked their host, a coordinator hired by one of the southern blood lords, more about him. His name was Leo Fletcher, shortly after humans were assured rights and monetary independence, he came out of the woodwork. His family had hoarded books since before the apocalypse that destroyed prevampiric society, and had rose to power by teaching and publishing history that was previously thought to be lost to time. He had become quite rich since then, qualifying him to attend the party.

Reign was already looked down upon and ostracized for being an abnormal. It was bad enough, the public knowing that he wanted to be dominated by other vampires, but a human... that's the worst kind. He had nothing against those vampires, Shell Overlord, his close friend was one of them. But he wasn't out, the public would assume that he was the dominant one in their relationship. Reign would immediately draw attention if he attempted to court that man, it would be social suicide.

He decided against pursuing that man, but even weeks after the party, he could not erase him from his mind. He could picture that masked man standing over him, he could imagine his lips twisted into a snarl. The vampire shuddered at the thought, though not in fear.

He needed to get the thought out of his mind. It had just been too long since he had spent the night with someone. That's it. He had no plans that night, he would do as he did many times before. Every so often he would attend the Lord's Hotel, a hotel frequented by bourgeois and aristocratic vampires. On the second floor was a bar, and in that bar, an unspoken agreement. This was a place for the upperclass to meet a lover for the night, then to never speak again. No questions will be asked and little needs to be said, it is best that way for their reputations.

He dresses in his usual formal outfit, a white button up with a green vest and brown coat, his hair in a Loose ponytail and, to keep a little anonymity, a black mask that covered the area around his eyes, but not the eyes themselves. Too pretty too be hidden, he was looking for a one night stand. Once ready, he had a chauffeur drive him to the hotel.

Once there, he left the car, pushed open the glass doors, and strode up the stairs. The bar was a large, grand room. It was filled mostly by candlelit oak tables, to the side was a band that played quite background music, in the back was the bar itself. Reign sat down at the edge of the counter, waiting to order. Soon the bartender came over to him, the man, an older vampire in a white suit gave him two options, Black or white. This was part of the language of the vampires who frequented the place. The drinks were all the same, blood from intoxicated humans, a popular luxury among the rich. It was one of the reasons they chose this place to find disposable lovers, it was easy to blame their actions on the tainted blood.

"Black," he answered. He was given a glass with a black band around it. This played a large part in the delicate dance. A white stripe means dominant, black for submissive. He placed a silver coin on the counter and took a sip as he began to scan the room. He could immediately rule out the women and other abnormals, females weren't his type, and he had no use for other submissives. He looked over at some other lone men with white banded glasses. Many where too old, too unattractive, and some he recognized from previous nights. He wanted something new, someone who could take his mind off of the thoughts that clouded his brain.

The man next to him at the counter tried to hit on him, he was attractive enough, but he slurred his words, his breath stank, and he stumbled as he tried to stand. He couldn't enjoy a night with someone that drunk, so he declined and waited for him to leave. The night wore on into dawn, and it seemed there were no decent bachelors. Reign was dejected, he finished off his drink and stared down at the counter. He noticed someone sit down on the stool next to him and order a glass, white. He looked up, not expecting to see a pretty face but looking nonetheless. It was him

Leo, that human from the anniversary party. He wore a black suit with the sleeves rolled back, exposing muscular, light forearms, one bearing a tattoo of a rose. He was wearing the same mask as before, and was drenched in pheromone perfume. The vampire was too busy looking at him, shocked, to notice him order a second drink. The human smiled and looked to him, and slid the drink over to him, snapping him out of his disbelief.

"Reign Fear, right?" He asked, as if meeting an old friend. He wrapped his fingers around the glass and blinked.

"You've, heard of me?"

"Of course, I saw you at the anniversary party. I'm glad to see that you're as handsome as I imagined, your reputation precedes you you know, I was hoping to stumble into you again to see if it was true." He already knew that, everyone in the north knew about him, it wasn't surprising that this human knew as well. Such sweet rumors spread fast, a blood lord's son being abnormal is the sweetest.

"Ah, I'm being rude, my name is Leo Fletcher. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He smiled. This brought him back to reality, that pretty little smile, that smile of dull teeth without the long and sharp canines of a vampire.

"you're too kind mister Fletcher, you know why I'm here, I came to find someone. But not a human."

"Oh?" The human questioned. "And why is that."

"You've already heard about me, you made that quite clear, that reputation is bad enough. At least I'm not the worst kind. Perhaps if you weren't human."

"no one would know."

Reign was intrigued

"what do you mean?"

"I mean I'm wearing a mask, covered in pheromone perfume, and of fair complexion. To be absolutely honest, I came here to find you, so I made sure that taking me home with you would draw no attention." He smirked. "Do you really think that I can lay eyes on you without laying claim? One way or another Reign, I will make you mine." The brunette froze, he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, turning them bright red, he was just glad that that was the only place blood was rushing too.

"Perhaps- perhaps we could make an arrangement." The vampire stuttered. Leo grinned, now they were getting somewhere