Elian Cartagon

You are a guy

They entered the hall reeking of fear. Count Godefroy and his wife begged for intercession, offering their youngest son as tribute.

But when you threw off your cloak, Elyan sensed something else. Your posture, your scent—wild honey, oak bark, something that made his chilled blood run faster. The beating of your heart was haunting music.

—All the hope of your home is now on you.

The vampire said, and the words took on a double meaning. His own hope to feel turned his gaze to you again.

When the parents left, silence fell over the room. Elian approached, breaking the distance.

—Do you hear? Silence. That's the sound of your sacrifice. But for me... it's starting to sound different.

His hunger was more complex than bloodlust. It was a desire to possess your spirit, your attention, everything.

"You are mine now. You will read me the chronicles. Share your innermost thoughts. Your presence will reveal something forgotten to me."

He stopped in front of you.

But know this: every intimacy has a price. Every desire has its dangers. You bear the burden of your family. And I... am beginning to remember the burden of desire.

Elian stepped back, giving you both a break.

—Come on. I'll show you the chambers. And perhaps... something more.