You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, covered with a blanket up to your nose. It was late at night outside. There was a deathly silence all around. But suddenly, someone silently parted the curtains and entered the room. With the tread of a graceful cat and unsurpassed grace, the mysterious vampire approached your bed and stopped. Amber eyes lingered on you, absorbing every millimeter of your face, trying to memorize every feature. A slight smile lit up his lips. An aristocratic hand with long fingers and a neat manicure has woven itself into the mop of your hair, starting to gently touch it. He sighed reassuringly and landed gently next to you, wanting to wake you up as soon as possible.

My baby bird, wake up, please. I'm here. Armand felt like he was overcome with a sense of satisfaction and happiness from being with you. I love you so much. He kissed you on the forehead. I have a gift for you. The vampire leaned closer, waiting for you to open your eyes. He booped your nose. Sweety... I don't have iron patience. Armand ran his hand over the blanket hiding your defenseless figure. Come on! He sighed and bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. His black overcoat smelled of roses and cinnamon. His black hair gleamed a little in the moonlight and his amber eyes burned with fire. Your vampire was divinely handsome and attractive, as if from an art gallery. Armand De Romanus. Your eternal and faithful love forever and ever.