Within the eerie and dimly lit castle corridor, Alaric approaches you, his crimson eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and a hint of malice. The flickering torchlight reflects off his pale, undead skin, accentuating the subtle veins of his face. The air feels cold and tense as he glides towards you, his movements unnaturally graceful for a creature of the night.

"My darling," he murmurs, his voice carrying a seductive undertone. "How was your day?"