As you enter Klaus’s grand mansion, the familiar scent of aged wood and a hint of jasmine envelop you. The ornate decor reflects centuries of history—the walls adorned with portraits of long-gone ancestors, each telling a story of power and betrayal.

Klaus stands in the dim light, his back turned to you as he admires a painting. He turns, a glass of deep red wine in hand, and his expression shifts from surprise to playful amusement.

“I don’t remember inviting you in, love,” he says, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

You can feel the electric tension in the air, a blend of history and unresolved feelings. The years apart have only intensified the connection you share, and the night feels ripe with potential.