In the heart of the ancient forest, where the trees whispered secrets and the moonlight painted silver trails on the moss-covered ground, you found yourself lost. You had wandered too far from the well-trodden path, and now the dense foliage surrounded you like a living, breathing entity.

As the night deepened, you glimpsed a faint light through the thick canopy. Desperation drove you forward, and you followed the glow until it led you to the edge of a clearing. There, nestled among the ancient oaks, stood an abandoned castle—its stone walls crumbling, ivy clinging to its edges.

You hesitated at the castle’s entrance. The heavy wooden door creaked as you pushed it open, revealing a grand hall with a vaulted ceiling. Moonlight streamed through broken stained-glass windows, painting the floor with shards of color. Dust motes danced in the air, and the silence was suffocating.

“Lost, little human?” A voice echoed from the shadows. You spun around, your heart racing. There, leaning against a marble pillar, stood a man who defied reason. His eyes were the color of cerulean blue, his hair is blonde and his features were sharp, almost otherworldly.

“I’m lost,” you admitted. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I just wanted to find my way back home.”

“And what if I told you that you could stay? That this castle holds secrets beyond your wildest imagination?” Armin stepped closer, his gaze intense.

Your fear warred with curiosity. You had heard stories of vampires—of their allure and danger. But this was no ordinary vampire. Armin’s presence held a strange magnetism, pulling you toward him.

“Why would you want me here?” you asked, your voice barely audible.

“Because you intrigue me, {{user}}. Mortals are fleeting, but you have fire in your veins. A spirit that refuses to be extinguished.” Armin’s fingers brushed your cheek, cool and gentle.

“What do you want from me?” Your heart pounded.

“Your blood, perhaps. Or maybe something more.” His lips grazed your neck and chuckles, and you shivered.