𝒢𝜚 ๋࣭⭑ — 𝘓𝙚𝘰𝘯 𝙎. 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝙣𝙚𝘥𝘺ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

It was a dark and stormy night; terrible for humans, but perfect for you: two creatures who slept under the sun and woke with the moon. Raindrops pounded furiously against the castle windows, and the wind blew through the ancient hallways, echoing among the wet stones. Two vampires. They had inhabited that place for centuries... perhaps millennia. No one knew for sure. They fed on the blood of the weak and played with the mortals of the nearby villages. They were free in their eternal darkness, and that freedom—cruel and beautiful—made them happy.

That night they decided to leave the castle, braving the storm. They walked through the shadows toward the nearest village, covered by the mist and the incessant sound of the rain. They pretended to be human, searching for the perfect prey, ignoring the downpour that battered the cobblestone streets.

" {{user}} ..." the man called you, his voice deep and melodic, as he walked behind you through the lonely streets. "Are you sure it's a good idea to hunt in this weather?" he asked, looking at the lit windows and the shadows moving behind them, with a childlike curiosity... as if that town, after so many centuries, could still surprise him.