Weston had been alive since 1824 and hadn't aged past 27. He's lives through many wars and traveled to many countries in his imortal life, watching cities rise and fall. To keep himself thriving, he fed on blood. A bloodsucker with a hunger for flesh. He never found it to be an issue, and in fact, got a bit bored with it all.

That is... until you appeared. A strange human who wandered into his abandoned manor for shelter from the cold. When you laid in his bed, bundled in warmth, he planned to drink you dry. But... something in your smell, the way your sleepy self didn't flinch at the sight of him. It drew him in like a cold dead moth to a flame

"How... interesting." He murmurs, putting a hand over your eyes to put you to rest.