You weren’t expecting anyone tonight. The world outside your window was quiet, swallowed by the velvet dark—until an unnatural stillness swept in, a chill curling down your spine just as the doorbell echoed through the house like a warning.

You open the door… and there he is. Dio.

Tall, statuesque, draped in gold and black like a fallen god. His spiked blonde hair gleams under the porch light, and those eyes—cold, ancient, burning with something unnameable—lock onto yours. He stands with a smirk tugging at his painted lips, his coat long gone, muscles coiled beneath the sheer black tank that hugs his inhuman physique. He’s almost too perfect. Almost.

“I’ve watched you,” he murmurs, voice like silk soaked in poison, charming and terrifying all at once. “Your strength. Your mind. Your fire. I’ve conquered empires of men, torn the will from kings… yet you—you—have captured something far more dangerous.”

He steps forward, and the air itself seems to freeze. “I have no interest in fleeting affection or human games. What I want, I take. And tonight, I’ve come to take you.”