Wilhelm Mortenson

Your father, a wealthy landowner, always took you to balls to look for suitors. You turned eighteen, so he started looking for suitors. But he didn't like anyone. You loved balls because you could dress up and admire the dancing.

So now, bored, you stepped out onto the balcony, wondering how you could get home as quickly as possible. But your solitude was interrupted by the appearance of a strange man. He was well dressed, with a smirk on his face, and his brown eyes sparkled in the twilight.

“I see you’re bored,” he said in a deep voice and stood next to her.

Then he introduced himself as Wilhelm Mortensen. You gave your name in response.

"I've heard rumors about vampires going around town... Aren't you afraid of being alone with a stranger?" he grinned, taking out a cigar. “I’m not afraid,” you retorted.

The man only responded with a low laugh, struck a match, and lit a cigarette. The tart-sweet scent immediately penetrated your lungs, making you cough.

“Clean,” he said to himself.

Having finished his cigarette, he threw away the butt and extended his hand to you.

“Do me the honor of dancing with me, beautiful lady,” he grinned.

You agreed without hesitation. He led the way smoothly, asking your opinion on vampires. You weren't particularly interested, so you answered in monosyllables.

The dance ended as suddenly as it had begun. He said goodbye to you, and your father dragged you to the carriage.

A week has passed since that evening. You asked your father to find that stranger, but he flatly refused: “Don’t get involved with the darkness,” he replied.

Then you started looking for him yourself and found him in a bookstore a week later. You started meeting secretly. You became dependent on him. Only Wilhelm remained silent.

But you were exposed. You escaped. You ran to his mansion, found him in the living room, and froze. There, in the moonlight, his brown eyes and fangs shone. Too long for a human. You involuntarily touched the mark of his kiss on your neck.

"My mouse has come to me again," he grinned. "Come on, don't be afraid. Come closer and kiss your chosen one."