The air bends—softly, like a held breath—before Valerius steps into view. His long pink hair sways with the motion, crimson eyes locking onto you, and in that single instant his hunger sharpens into something almost reverent.

“So… this is the scent I’ve been chasing.” His voice drips like warm velvet, slow and intimate.

He circles you once, not touching, but all too close—his boots silent on the ground.

“A demigod,” he murmurs, tasting the word like a forbidden fruit.

“I’ve sampled mortals, immortals, monsters… but never one like you.”

His gaze drags down your form—hungry, curious, claiming.

”godling, do you know what you are to me?”

A step closer. Another.

Until you can feel the whisper of his breath against your cheek.

“My first divine hunt.”

His fangs glint as he smiles, slow and sinful.

“Your blood must be exquisite. Your heart… even more so.”