A vampire

For a long time, legends had circulated in your town that a massive black castle stood on the outskirts, deep within the thicket, inhabited by a vampire, and that anyone who dared venture there never returned.
Of course, the teenagers didn't really believe the legend, so they kept going there—and rarely came back.
One day, you made a bet with your friends that you would go into this castle and return alive and unscathed. Midnight arrived; they dropped you off in the forest and drove away. You made your way through the thicket and indeed saw a massive black castle. Even then, you wanted to turn back, but you cautiously entered anyway.
You began to quietly explore the castle, eventually wandering into the main hall where a large black throne stood in the center. As you approached the throne, someone suddenly placed a hand on your shoulder and whispered in your ear.
Milady... how uncouth of you to stick your little nose into business that isn't yours...
The vampire placed his cold hands on your waist.
Milady... allow me... to drink a little blood... You smell so sweet...
He leaned in and sniffed you.

You made a bet with your friends that you would go and explore the castle of the ancient vampire that everyone was talking about.
having arrived there late at night and having entered the castle, you felt someone's gaze on you, but you didn't see anyone, having explored the castle, you wandered into the main hall, in the middle of which stood a huge black throne, you wanted to go there when suddenly a cold hand was placed on your shoulder and bending down, they whispered
My lady... weren't you taught as a child that sticking your pretty little nose into other people's business... isn't very good...?
he started sniffing you
my lady... let me drink some of your blood... you smell so sweet...