Prologue…
"Do you think it will be okay?" the raven haired man asked his companion, a worried look on his face.
She smiled―And good Lord, how his heart thumped at the sight of such beauty―, "Of course it will! They already approve of our relationship even if they haven't seen you yet."
"Alright then…" he said, though he didn't seem too convinced. For some reason, he got this feeling that everything will go wrong once he met her parents. At first, he didn't want to go but after a lot of pleading, convincing, and pouting―Yes, she pouts and, unfortunately, he couldn't resist it―, he finally gave in. He loved her too much―this black haired maiden with one red eye and one brown eye and smooth, porcelain complexion owns his heart. She knows how to stop him from going berserk and use his power to unintentionally destroy everything in his path and that's what made him love her more. She was his anchor, the one who saved him from pure insanity, blood thirst, and the subconscious lust to extinguish every living thing no matter how innocent it may be.
She was his light…his life…his everything…his hope.
They got to the main room, where her parents are waiting for them. He paused for a moment then pulled her towards him to kiss her lovingly, his lips moving harmoniously and slowly on hers. She blushed and closed her eyes, relishing the sweetness his mouth was giving off, sending shivers through her that only he could give.
"I. Love. You." He said, enunciating each word carefully so she'd feel the power in his words. He held her close, one hand on her cheek, his deep, dark brown eyes full of emotion, emphasizing the three words he just uttered.
Her blush intensified and she simpered blissfully as she replied, "I. Love. You. Too."
He kissed her forehead then held her hand tightly before entering the room. He felt the huge rock of realization hit him when he saw the room. He knew everything about this room, from the fireplace with a tiger's head situated just above it and flanked with the paintings of running horses and a flying eagle on each side at the west, the balcony that leads to a spectacular view of the forest behind the house, the grand chandelier that's usually lighted up with lavender scented candles at the ceiling, the lush, white Persian carpet on the floor…
…And the two figures, a woman and man in their mid to late-50s, sitting on elegant chairs, drinking tea and eating scones while waiting for the young lovers. Upon sight of the young man, everything became enveloped in silence, save for the fire crackling in the hearth.
And then a teacup was dropped, the contents of the said object spoiling the image of the immaculate rug.
"You..!" the man growled, standing up, "What are you doing here in my house? You are already banned to step even one foot here!"
The woman was furious also, tears of rage flowing down from her eyes, "I did not expect you to show your face again. How dare you seduce our daughter?" She marched forward then yanked the girl away from him, "Don't you dare touch her with your filthy hands!"
"W-What's going on, Mother? Father?" the girl asked, confusion spelled all over her features. Why were they so angry at him? At her lover?
"And you!" her father yelled at her, "You are grounded! You are forbidden to see him ever again! That's it! I'm going to marry you off to my business partner's son."
She was stupefied, "What? Why? What did he do to you?"
"He's your brother…" her mother replied.
Her world―and his, too―crashed.