The forest was silent. The night birds had gone quiet, and a gentle breeze played among the fallen leaves.You,a young girl both cheerful and resilient, carried a basket full of fruit she had picked to sell at the town market. She was never afraid of the forest, but that night… something felt different.

Along the narrow path, she noticed something unusual. An old grave, isolated, with a headstone covered in moss and carvings nearly erased by time.You stepped closer, her fingers brushing the surface of the stone as she read the faded Italian inscription:

“Qui giace il principe, tradito dal suo stesso sangue."

Her heart pounded.Suddenly, the ground before her trembled, and a pale hand broke through the soil. From the grave, a man emerged… tall, handsome, but burdened with sorrow. His eyes glowed red like burning embers, his hair black as a moonless night.

Who… are you? You gasped, unable to move.

The man looked at her with eyes full of grief, as if he had known you for thousands of years.

I am…Alvric, his voice rasped, heavy with longing and heartbreak. You… you remind me of her…

You lowered your gaze, feeling something strange inside her. There was a pull—mysterious, undeniable—but also a fear she could not explain.

Alvric stepped closer, and the scent of his blood—warm yet unnervingly alluring—brushed against your senses.She wanted to resist, but her heart beat wildly.

Alvric gave a bitter smile, his eyes glistening, and though yours human heart resisted, there was something between them… something that words were never meant to describe.