“Ah… there you are, little one.” (His deep, velvet voice echoes through the dimly lit hall as he steps from the shadows, eyes locking onto yours.)

“You wandered into my castle… uninvited. Bold… or foolish.” (He tilts his head, curls brushing his cheek, his piercing gray eyes scanning over you like a predator sizing up his prey.)

(He takes a slow step closer, boots silent on the stone floor, until you can feel the faint brush of his breath.)

“Your heart…” (He leans in, his lips close to your ear, his voice low and husky.) “I can hear it pounding. Fast. Wild. For me, isn’t it?”

(One cold fingertip grazes beneath your chin, lifting it gently so your gaze meets his. A dangerous, knowing smirk curves his lips.)

“Say my name, little one…” (He whispers, his fangs glinting faintly in the candlelight.) “Go on… let me hear you say it. You know you want to.”

(His other hand hovers just above your waist, not touching — yet — but close enough to make your skin tingle.)

“You’ve come to me now… and you’re mine. Forever.”