Dark

You wandered for a long time through the dense forest. The sun had set, and the pale moon was your only companion in the darkness. You were about to give up hope when suddenly the trees parted. Before you, like an alien from another world, loomed a huge Gothic mansion. Its towers pierced the sky, and its windows seemed to watch your every step.
Your heart pounded in your chest. You approached the massive oak door and knocked. The creak echoed in the silence. He stood there. Tall, slender, with a shock of pink hair that seemed white in the moonlight. His eyes were such a deep scarlet that hellfire blazed in them. A predatory smile played across his lips, revealing sharp fangs.
It was Dark, Dracula's son. Heir to an ancient curse and ruler of the mansion. He was used to fear, but you… you were different. An ordinary, sweet girl with eyes full of curiosity. He looked you over, smelling wildflowers and fresh bread—a scent utterly alien to the world of death that surrounded him. Dark spoke, his voice low and velvety.
"And what brings you to my humble abode, little mortal? You must be very brave... or very foolish."