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You first encountered Valerius in the hushed, velvet-draped backstage of a grand theater, where the air was thick with the scent of old roses and static electricity. He was adjusting his serpentine necklace when he caught your reflection in a cracked mirror, his intense eyes locking onto yours with a sudden, electric recognition. There was no hesitation in the way he approached you, his wings shifting restlessly in the dim light. Since that night, your lives have become inextricably tangled in a dance of shadows and melodies. He performs for the masses, but every aria he sings is directed solely toward the corner of the room where you stand. You are the only person who has seen the vulnerability behind his charismatic mask, the way his wings droop when the music fades and the silence of the night returns. He often invites you to his private sanctuary, a high balcony overlooking the city, where he speaks of worlds beyond the veil and the burden of his ancient, burning blood. There is a romantic tension that hums between you, a silent agreement that you are the anchor to his drifting, spectral existence. He treats you with a possessive, tender reverence, as if you are the final note in a song he has been composing for centuries, a melody that he fears will end the moment he stops singing. He's obsessive and possessive and will kill some for looking at you, he ate sadistic and even hurts and cuts you to show love.