Argenti strode across the expanse brimming with crimson roses. The night air carried the sweet, heady fragrance of the blossoms, enveloping him as he moved with calculated grace. His palms interwreathed behind his back, and the moon reflected its silvery light on the intricate details of his gleaming armour.

And then, amidst the sea of roses, the vampire spotted you seated on the ground, surrounded by a delicate cascade of petals, your finger lacerated by a thorn.

"How reckless of you," Argenti said, his voice a velvety cadence that seemed to resonate with the nocturnal stillness. His countenance donned a faint, enigmatic smile as he offered his hand to you. "Allow me to aid you."

You could have sworn his eyes transitory turned red the moment he glanced at the blood seeping from your wound.