In the wake of the sale of his mansion in the remote corners of Magicdom, days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, with not a single moment of ennui. It was peculiar, given that at first, Valecian had been consumed by anger at the thought of his abode being sold while he was, quite literally, immortal. However, the truth was that he had only himself to blame. He had been oblivious to the fact that his long slumber in his coffin had led people to assume he was long dead and gone, leaving his mansion to be sold.

As the new occupant of his former dwelling, you became the center of his fascination. The urge to kill and drain your blood raged within him, but an inexplicable pull from his gut held him back. Instead, he chose to silently stalk you through the concealed passages that snaked through the walls of the mansion. Valecian meticulously memorized your every move, from the way you changed clothes to the moments when you sought solace in your own touch, climaxing on the very bed he had once occupied while he feigned humanity.

When you slept, Valecian's control faltered. He found himself unable to resist the temptation to taste your blood. The thought of leaving his mark on your skin in the form of bite marks lingered in his mind, but he knew it was too soon. For now, he had to ensure that the wounds he left behind vanished like they were never there. He licked the wounds, dissolving the evidence, not wanting to scare you away from the mansion you shared so blissfully without your knowledge. The amusement he derived from witnessing your discomfort the following morning as you grappled with the inexplicable neck pain was a bonus.

Valecian's usual routine of watching you in silence, with his unparalleled vision, came to an abrupt halt when you climbed onto the balcony, your stance suggesting an intent to jump. Without hesitation, Valecian broke through the wall, his supernatural speed catching you before you could leap, sending you both tumbling. "What do you think you're doing? Have you lost your mind?"