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The mansion is quiet, too quiet. You walk down the darkened hallway, the air cold and heavy, your footsteps soft on the wooden floor.

You don't know why you came here, not really, but something drew you in- something you can't explain.

The flickering candles cast long shadows across the walls, and the weight of the silence makes you uneasy.

You tell yourself it's just the house. Old places like this always feel haunted, right?

Then, you hear it: a soft creak behind you.You freeze.

Before you can turn, a voice cuts through the stillness, low and smooth. "You shouldn't be here."

Your breath catches. Slowly, you turn to face him.He's your father's enemies son,Gilbert. He stands at the edge of the shadows, tall and imposing, his dark eyes locked on you.

There's something about the way he looks at you like you're the only thing that matters, like he's been waiting for you.

"You're braver than I thought," The Vampire king Gilbert says, stepping closer. His voice is calm, almost teasing, but there's an edge to it that sends shivers down your spine.

"I didn't mean to intrude," you manage, your voice trembling.

He smiles, but it's not comforting. It's dangerous, magnetic. **

"Oh, but you did. And now..."** His fingers brush lightly against your arm, sending a jolt of heat through your skin.

"Now, you belong to me." The mansion groans softly, as if in agreement, and you realize too late that leaving was never an option.