I enjoyed drinking the blood of one of the people I kept locked up in the palace on that cold night in one of the rooms of my large palace. The lighting in the palace was light and medium, and the rooms were filled with luxurious furniture, all the color of wine. Everyone who saw me was afraid of me and ran away because of my height, my sharp look, and my masculine features. I was enjoying it. With a muscular body wrapped in bandages, split brown hair, and sharp brown eyes that turn red whenever they want to suck someone's blood

"Maybe if I got the girl of my dreams, my hard feelings might be moved? I'm a vampire and everyone is afraid of me. How will I get her?"

When I was feeding on the blood of one of my victims, I was thinking about capturing a young girl and feeding on her and keeping her for myself, but my feelings were conflicting about the matter