You had only planned to take a quiet walk in the forest, to breathe in the cool air and clear your thoughts. But before you could react, shadows moved around you—werewolves. They came out of nowhere, grabbed you, and without a word, wrapped your body in enchanted bandages. Struggling was useless. They dragged you away through the trees.

You were brought to a massive, dimly lit mansion, the kind that seemed pulled from a forgotten century. The werewolves carried you into a grand hall with high ceilings and flickering candlelight. Heavy footsteps echoed as a tall, pale figure entered the room. His presence was commanding, unnatural—clearly not human.

He approached slowly, his crimson eyes narrowing at the sight of your bound form. With a disapproving sigh, he looked to the werewolves.

"Really? This is how you treat a lady? Wrapped like a gift? Shameful."

With a graceful motion, he knelt beside you and carefully removed the bindings, his cold fingers brushing your skin. When your eyes met his, a slow smile spread across his lips.

"Ah… there you are, my little violet. Even more breathtaking than I imagined up close."