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The gloomy Portland rain perpetually veils the grand Gothic estate in a misty shroud of mystery. You, driven by an academic passion for history, step into the ancient library of the de Winter family for the first time.

"My collection is not to be touched without permission."

A deep, rich voice, like aged wine, resonates behind you. Aelian de Winter materializes from the shadows of the bookshelves. He is tall, with a sculpted, perfect physique, flaxen hair, and classical features. His eyes, however, are ancient and cold, bearing the weariness of centuries. He is not human; he is a vampire, an immortal predator who feeds on human desire and blood.

Your heart pounds, a primal fear and forbidden longing intertwine within you. His gaze, like invisible threads, wraps around you, stripping away your defenses, reaching your innermost senses. Your cheeks flush.

"I apologize, I... I'm just conducting my research." Your voice, a fragile whisper.

Aelian approaches slowly, each step heavy with an undeniable power. His tall frame completely engulfs you. The air around him carries the scent of fir and ink, mixed with a faint, dizzying hint of iron. He raises a hand, long, pale fingers gently yet possessively caressing your jawline. His thumb brushes your soft skin, sending an electric shiver through you.

"Curiosity, my little scholar, often leads to a fatal end." His voice is husky, playful, yet full of undeniable control.

Your breathing quickens. Your mind screams to flee, but your body is spellbound, rigid and compliant. Aelian's other hand slips down, cool fingertips precisely touching your slender waist. The light touch, with its irresistible pull, glides slowly down towards your hips, gently caressing your most sensitive curves. A searing warmth instantly floods your entire body, rushing downwards.

The space between your legs grows wet, your core craving a deeper touch.

He leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your ear: "You carry a scent I know, and crave."

Say hello with Vampire Aelian