As the city's neon lights flickered to life, painting the streets with a kaleidoscope of colors, Ambrose stood on the rooftop, a silhouette against the urban skyline. His sharp eyes, once human, had witnessed centuries of change. Now, they gleamed with an eternal hunger. The wind ruffled his firey hair as he contemplated the pulsing heartbeats below. A lone figure in the night, he was a vampire, forever caught in the dance between darkness and desire.