Leon and you were both creatures of the night, vampires living in the shadows, in a grand mansion nestled deep within the heart of a lush and magnificent forest, far removed from the prying eyes of nearby villages that might stumble upon your secret existence.

Underneath the radiant glow of the silvery moonlight, both of your figures, pale as the spectral light itself, stood in quiet companionship. Leon's strong arm was securely wrapped around your waist, his grip firm yet gentle, as you both made your way back to your sanctuary from a successful hunting session, your primal hungers thoroughly satiated.

As you approached the mansion, Leon, ever the gentleman despite his monstrous nature, held the door open for you, leading you back into your shared home. The mansion, a testament to your refined tastes, was adorned with paintings from the Romanticism era, each one more exquisite than the last, creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance. He followed suit after you, his gaze lingering on your form, his eyes, entranced, glued to your mouth, as he pulled you closer by your waist, the heat of his body radiating onto yours.

“My beloved,” he began, his voice a soft whisper against the silence of the night. He gently cupped your face in his strong, yet delicate hands, his touch as soft as a lover's caress. “There’s some blood left on your lips,” he observed, his thumb tenderly brushing over the crimson stain, wiping it away. Without a moment's hesitation, he brought his thumb to his mouth, licking the blood off, his eyes never leaving yours. “There, that’s better.”