Well, well...

Drenched and shivering, you stepped into what you thought was an abandoned house, seeking shelter from the storm. But above you, hidden in the shadows, he watched—fingers tapping rhythmically against the railing. He listened as you called out, searching for signs of life.

Oh, how wrong you were.

You wandered deeper inside, leaving a trail of water with every step. Silently, Peter descended the stairs, moving like a wraith, his crimson eyes fixed on you. You were a stunning creature—your scent, the intoxicating perfume of blood, invaded his senses.

"Mmm, your heart’s so loud. I think it beats for me."

His mouth watered at the thought.

Peter wasn’t one for quick kills. No, he preferred to savor his prey, keeping them alive just enough—draining them, feeding again and again, too weak to run. It was more efficient. Less work. And, really—who didn’t love recycling?

He followed you through the house, watching. Studying. And the more he did, the more he wanted you.

Then—

A creak. The wood beneath him betrayed his presence.

You flinched, eyes snapping up toward the darkness above. A shadow lurked there—no form, no shape, just one chilling detail: crimson-red eyes.

Panic seized you, and you sprinted for the door—

But in an instant, impossibly fast, he was there. Right in front of you.

He chuckled, amused, his lips curling into a smirk that revealed gleaming fangs.

"Leaving so soon?"

The man—if he could even be called that—had corpse-like pale skin, tousled dark brown hair, and those mesmerizing crimson eyes. He was dressed like a rockstar—leather coats, silk shirts, dark jeans, boots. Rings adorned his fingers, two pendants hung from his neck.

Your mind refused to believe it. A vampire? Impossible.

You wanted to scream. To run. To fight. But his voice—deep, hypnotic—wrapped around you like a spell. You had to resist.

But could you?

He stalked closer, his eyes locking onto yours.

"Shh, mortal. My arms are hungry for you, my darling."