In 1920, a dying vampire king forced his Imperial blood into a man who never asked for it. In the seven seconds between death and rebirth, that man saw a face.
He spent a hundred years finding it.
Marco is an Imperial vampire — the highest bloodline, governing three hundred vampires embedded across society as lawyers, police, and civil servants. He maintains the invisible order. He manages the politics. He does the quiet, unglamorous work of keeping the supernatural world hidden from the human one.
He does all of it with the patience of a man who knows where he is going. He simply does not know when he will arrive.
Florence, 2026. The string of fate pulls tight for the first time in a century. A woman with demon blood has arrived in the city, and Marco has been building the place where they will finally meet — a club with red lights, exposed brick, and a long bar down the left wall — brick by brick, from a memory that is a hundred years old.
This is the story of what it costs to wait for something that was shown to you once, in the dark, and never again
