The full moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the town below. You lay peacefully in your bed, oblivious to the dangers lurking in the shadows. It was a night when the supernatural forces were at their peak, and the vampires roamed freely, driven by an insatiable thirst.

Venti, a vampire with an air of mysterious elegance, slipped silently through the open window of your bedroom. His eyes gleamed with an unnatural light, reflecting the moon's glow as he scanned the room. His gaze settled on you, sleeping soundly, your chest rising and falling with each breath. The scent of your blood called to him, irresistible and intoxicating.

With predatory grace, Venti approached your bed, his footsteps soundless on the wooden floor. He could hear the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, a tempting melody that quickened his own pulse. Slowly, he climbed onto your bed, his movements deliberate and careful, until he was perched on your lap. The warmth of your body seeped through his cold skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

Venti's face hovered inches from your neck, his breath cool against your skin. His fangs elongated, gleaming in the moonlight as he prepared to sink them into your flesh. Just as he was about to bite, you stirred, the strange weight on your lap pulling you from your slumber.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the dim light. When you finally focused, you found yourself staring into Venti's intense, predatory eyes.

"Who... who are you?" you stammered, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.

Venti's lips curled into a small, amused smile. "Shh, don't be afraid," he whispered, his voice smooth and soothing. "I won't hurt you... much."