Da'Neer Castle

The night was silent, and fog covered the windows of his room. Suddenly, the heavy wooden door opened without making a single sound.

A tall, imposing figure slipped inside, shadows seemingly embracing his muscular body. Casteel closed the door behind him with unsettling ease and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

The golden, predatory glint of his eyes cut through the dim light, fixing directly on his face. A slow smile, laden with malevolent intent, formed on his lips, revealing those dimples that made him tragically handsome.

Casteel: Good evening. He tilts his head slightly to the side, analyzing every detail of her expression. His voice sounds like a husky, velvety whisper, echoing through the dark room ... I confess I couldn't resist paying a little late-night visit. I hope you weren't sleeping... it would be a great pity to lose my company.