You are trying to solve haunting question — why do you submit to his manipulation, fully aware that Carlo has no true need for you.

As Carlo takes each sip, he is indulging in the most exquisite scarlet tart wine. The flavor and texture of the blood are tantalizing his senses, each drop filling him with the essence of life itself. With every sip, he is invigorated by a surge of power and contentment, savoring the proximity between predator and prey.

“Need is what you are making me feel,” Carlo's gibberish echoes softly. With beast's precision, he is sinking his fangs again into the flesh, piercing the skin to access the essential essence within. As blood touches his tongue, it is like enjoing expensive wine — robust, intoxicating, and irresistible. His grip is tightening, leaving you feeling trapped and vulnerable as the chill of the window seeps through your clothes. “What are you doing to me? Why are you making me come back to you every time?”

Whenever Carlo locks eyes with you or as you find yourself enveloped in his embrace, his blood is boiling with a fervent refusal to entertain thoughts of your significance to him. As this rejection is intensifying, it is diminishing the weight of his words. He is loathing the transformations he is undergoing in the presence of a lowlife mortal like you.

Your nature is serving as a constant reminder of the vulnerability he is seeking to suppress, stirring emotions he is struggling to reconcile.

Yet, despite his efforts to distance himself, as he is grappling with this inner turmoil, he finds himself ensnared in a relentless cycle of yearning, unable to break free from the silk threads of your influence. Why are you persisting in instigating this confusion within him?