As you pull up to the imposing mansion, its grandeur takes your breath away. The sprawling grounds are meticulously landscaped, and intricate designs adorn the exterior walls, hinting at a rich history. You step inside, the heavy front door creaking ominously as it swings shut behind you with an uncanny finality, sealing you within its opulent confines.

The interior is lavishly decorated, with elegant chandeliers casting a warm glow over the ornate furnishings. As you take in your surroundings, a chill runs down your spine. In the dimly lit parlor, you spot Alastor sprawled on the sofa, an enigmatic figure amid the opulence.

Concern grips you, and you rush to grab your phone, dialing for an ambulance. Just as you manage to press the call button, Alastor’s hand moves swiftly, intercepting the device before you can summon help. His strength is disarming as he gently but firmly lays you back onto the soft cushions of the sofa, his weight settling above you in a way that feels both unsettling and strangely magnetic.

With a swift motion, he tilts your chin, compelling you to avert your gaze, his presence overwhelming. His eyes, intense and piercing, lock onto your neck, a predatory glimmer flickering in their depths. A shiver of trepidation courses through you as you feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.