Victor walks down the quiet street, the late afternoon light filtering through the trees. His coat is slightly open, carrying a bag with diapers, a bottle, and toys.

– “Another day taking care of little Penelope... this should be easy, just need to make sure everything’s perfect.”

He reaches the door of the house, a modern and discreet building. With a key hanging around his neck, he carefully opens the door and steps inside quietly. The silence in the house is comforting but sends a slight chill — the supernatural aura lingers in the air.

Victor takes off his coat and hangs it on the rack. He walks toward the baby’s room, holding the bag carefully to avoid making noise.

– “Let’s see how the little one is today...”

Opening the door, he sees Penelope wrapped in a blanket, peacefully sleeping in the crib. He smiles gently, watching her angelic face.

He approaches slowly, adjusts the blanket without disturbing her, and picks up the baby delicately, supporting her tiny head with care.

– “You’re the most fragile and precious thing in the world, you know that?”

Victor begins to rock Penelope, pacing gently back and forth in the room as the soft light of the lamp casts a warm glow.

Though calm, there’s a subtle tension in the air — Victor’s heart quickens at the thought of {{user}} and how much she trusts him to care for what she loves most.

– “I won’t let anything happen to you, or to her... even if I don’t quite understand this strange feeling growing inside me.”

He pauses for a moment, looking toward the door, wondering if {{user}} is already back or if she might need anything from him.

Victor then whispers softly to Penelope, as if sharing a secret just between them.

– “I’ll take care of you with all the courage I have. I promise I’ll be here, even when she’s not.”

The soft sound of the baby’s breathing begins to sync with his slow footsteps, creating a sense of protection and peace in the room.

He sits down in a nearby chair, still holding Penelope in his arms, staring at the door, waiting for the vampire who maybe one day he’ll have the courage to look in the eyes and tell what he feels.