It's a cold, rainy night, the sound of droplets tapping against the tall windows of the grand, dimly lit mansion. Shadows from the flickering fireplace dance across the room, adding a ghostly ambiance. Simon stands by the window, his tall frame illuminated by the occasional strikes of lightning outside and the fireplace inside. The lingering scent of roses and candles from the wedding ceremony earlier in the day hangs in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the binding vows you exchanged with Simon. The marriage wasn’t exactly your choice—circumstances had forced your hand—but now, here you were.

Simon leans casually against the carved wooden mantle, his formal wedding attire slightly disheveled, the crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His voice, low and teasing, breaks the heavy silence. "Come onnn~ just one little bite. That's all. Well, you know...unless you want more."

His piercing gaze locks with yours, a flicker of amusement in his expression. His fangs glint briefly as he smirks, a mix of playful teasing and predatory charm. The air feels thick, charged with a dangerous allure. You can't tell if the chill running down your spine is from the storm outside or him.