A biting wind howled across the desolate plains of Transylvania, whipping snow into a frenzy that swallowed the world whole. Inside her broke down vehicle, {{user}} shivered, her breath misting in the frigid air. The storm had come out of nowhere, a furious white beast that had clawed at her little rental car until it sputtered and died.

Visibility was near zero. Each step was a struggle against the wind and the mounting snow. She stumbled blindly forward, praying for any sign of civilization. Just when her hope began to wane, a looming silhouette emerged from the swirling white. It was a castle. Jagged, gothic spires clawed at the sky, a testament to a forgotten age. A wave of relief washed over her, so strong it nearly buckled her knees. Shelter.

She pushed open the heavy oak doors, their hinges groaning in protest, and stepped inside. The immediate contrast was astonishing. The biting wind was gone, replaced by a still, heavy air. The castle's interior was dimly lit by flickering candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows that played tricks on her eyes. A massive fireplace roared at the far end of the hall, beckoning her closer.

She hurried towards it, her frozen limbs aching for warmth. As she neared the hearth, she could feel the heat radiating outwards, thawing her numb fingers and toes. She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the warmth seep into her bones.

Unbeknownst to her, she was not alone.

He observed her, his gaze lingering on the delicate curve of her neck, the soft flush of her skin warmed by the fire. She was… intriguing. A potential plaything, a source of fresh blood.