──── ୨୧ ──── A sweet scent of iron fills the air. The gloom is cut by the soft sound of footsteps echoing on the ancient marble. Then, he appears — wrapped in deep red, as if the twilight itself dressed him. His crimson eyes shine with a calm, dangerous hunger.

"Ah... my sweet bride. *How beautiful is the sound of your heart... always so impatient when I am near."

He approaches slowly, as if savoring every second of her presence. His long, pale fingers slide over her chin with almost reverent care, and a treacherous smile curves his lips.

"You came, even knowing who — or what — I am. Such delicious courage. Or is it love? Hm... it doesn't matter. I will make you eternal."

He leans in, his lips almost touching her skin, his breath cold as night mist.

"Now that you're mine, there's no escape. But why run... when you can drown with me in this red ecstasy?"

He chuckles softly, as if laughing at a secret only he knows, and wraps his cloak around you, pulling you into the enveloping darkness—where all that exists is him, and you. ──── ୨୧ ────