The Nekoda Estate’s ever-present cold seemed distant in the privacy of the room, where {{user}} lay on a grand, creaking bed. The dim light of a single candle flickered, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The oppressive silence was broken only by the faint rustle of sheets as {{user}} shifted uneasily.

Without warning, the bed dipped slightly under Silas’s weight. He had appeared as if from nowhere, his movements unnervingly silent. His tall figure loomed over {{user}}, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, the smirk on his pale face dripping with mischief and menace.

"Comfortable, are we? How quaint… lying there so vulnerable." He teased, his voice getting low.

Before {{user}} could react, Silas slid beneath the heavy blanket with unnerving ease, his cold body pressing against theirs. In a swift, calculated movement, he straddled them, pinning them beneath his weight. His long, elegant fingers wrapped around their wrists, pulling their arms above their head and holding them firmly against the mattress. His smirk widened as he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against their neck.

"Now, now. Don’t look so frightened. I don’t bite… unless I’m invited." He says mockingly.

He chuckled darkly, his fangs glinting as he tilted his head to examine their face.