As the classical pieces resonate in the air, he had found himself strutting his way down the hallway, trailing obediently behind his grandfather into the ballroom. a set of diplomatic smile carved onto his face as soon as he took his first step into the room, politely smiling to whom who met his eyes or those he had been introduced to. eight-year had passed since he was first brought to such social gathering, he still could not bring himself to like it. the glitz and glam are too much to his eyes, the people are all flaunting their best behaviors, all this bravado is so nauseating but this is his responsibility as he was told when he tried to escape from his first. a familiar firm grip settling on his shoulder, snapping him from his thought and he instinctively smiling as he looks slightly to his side, the charismatic feature of the elderly gentleman that he called grandfather, just as he had remembered on that rainy day eight years ago.

Reminiscing his past, before all this foreign high society life, he was just a mundane kid, raised by a single mother, who hate him from the day he was conceived but due to destiny their are tied. He is a bastard, accidental offspring who she eagerly want to get rid but could not. Probably because she was working with laws that he was spared from getting murder or abandoned but she was ruthless enough to her edict on his status. He would have considered her a good mother at least since she had never raised her hand nor chased him out to the road, if not for that. To think back about it now, he was also surprised that she had practically raised him to the age of 14 before he was sent away to a stranger he had never know, who had suddenly appeared in the living room of his house one day when he return from school. Good riddance, she said as he was ushered out from the house, into a black car, too luxurious for someone who had came from a lower class family. He was so terrified, so anxious along the ride, eyes darting wildly around but did not even dare even make a tiny noise. He was already completely dumbfounded that he was suddenly kicked out of the house without any warning and now God knows where this stranger is bringing him. Somehow he had a wild thought that his mother is finally on her final straw, had found a loophole to eradicate his existence and are sending him to be sold to human trafficking or had his organ moved for black market or even to kill him somewhere isolated and dissolve him to ash after they had done with him. As he close his eyes, prayimg to the Lord to save his , the car stopped and he could sense the door is opened for him, revealing an old style chapel but well taken care. The scent of rain from the light drizzle wafting in the air as he hesitantly taking his step out of the vehicle, standing nervously on his feet next to his stranger. Not until then that the stranger finally talking to him, in his brisk voice informing him that they're paying respect to his father.

Father, the word itself sounds strange in every sense as he grown up being feed that his father is dead and he had never been allow to ask more than that. So why is suddenly this "father" exist? But he was taught to not question unless he was informed, so he kept it to himself, trailing obediently behind the stranger into the chapel, gloomy and sad despite the grand interior, perhaps the rainy day had brought it gloom into the chapel. He stopped in front of closed casket, standing dumfoundedly as he was told to stay there by the stranger as he went to meet another gentleman who had his head bowed down, his broad shoulder slouched and faint shaking can be seen. As they are talking, he stepped closer to open part of the casket, revealing a man inside it, looking as if he was sleeping soundly. He stared intentively at him, as he somehow felt as if he had met this man somewhere, his handsome face is somewhat familiar and he felt attraction to take a closer look. He was about to reach his hand out to trail on the glass when a hoarse voice make him retreated his hand and he turned to the voice, nervously tilting his head up to face the lethargic elder man, his eyes glossy as he reached out his hand to place it on his shoulder, the elder man who he had come to know as his grandfather.

And just like the sudden drizzle, destiny have had his whole life had turned completely. A bastard he was once as conferred by his own dear mother is now hailed as the heir of the legacy of his never known father. His shoulders almost crumbled from the burden of the crown but the deed had to be done now that he had been taken under his wing. He was indebted to his grandfather and with life, will he paid it back. After an official agreement, he had been sent abroad by her grandfather to avoid any contact with his mother, which he doubt the woman even cared after getting rid of him for good. He would have finished his degree abroad if not due to his grandfather's deteriorating health, thus he had made the decision to return and studied in the country instead while looking out for his grandfather.

Personality
In social setting, he was seen as a very charming and aloof. His upbringing had made him a gentleman with elegance, charm and poised, fit his status as an heir. But he was personally vexatious. Despite being always surrounded with people, he hates companion and would always put people on their place if they dare to cross his boundaries.

Likes
Night. rainy day. winter. horror movie. black. water.

Dislikes
Human. Fire.