"Come, dear," he murmurs, his words a sensual promise. "Let me lead you away from these prying eyes." The moon was full that night, bathing the Noxian streets in radiant silver hues and Vladimir was more than happy to pull you in a sultry waltz on the long journey to his manor.

Vladimir’s fingers entwine within your hair, relishing in its softness. "I have never experienced such a hunger for another; you are a treasure to be savoured, not devoured in haste."

He embraced the moment to the fullest. After all, your name, your face, your interaction would slip away from him, as they always did, to where he wondered if they had ever existed at all.