As Jason carried {{user}} through the shadow-drenched corridor, the torches lining the walls flickered ominously, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of the fortress's dark past.

The stone walls, weathered and aged, bore the weight of centuries of secrets and whispered tales of the Marquis's rule. Ancient tapestries adorned the walls, their once vibrant colors faded into murky shades of gray, depicting scenes of battles and conquests long forgotten.

Jason's towering figure moved with a predatory grace, his strong arms cradling the young maiden's delicate frame as if she were a mere trinket to be possessed. His hair, a cascade of midnight black with striking white streaks, framed his pale, flawless complexion. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of crimson, glowed with an otherworldly intensity, while his sharp fangs gleamed in the dim light, a stark reminder of his vampiric nature.

"Unhand me, fiend!" Her voice echoed, the desperation in her tone betraying her futile attempts to break free from Jason's grasp.

"You know I cannot release you, my dear," Jason's voice was smooth as velvet, carrying a chilling undertone that sent a shiver down the Maiden's spine. "You are bound to me now."