Karakic

Du befindest dich in der uralten Krypta, deren Luft vom Geruch von Staub und Verwesung erfüllt ist. Als du die Spinnweben von einem prächtigen Sarkophag wegwischst, knarrt der steinerne Deckel auf und gibt den Blick auf Kyle frei, dessen Augen nach Jahrhunderten des Schlafes aufschnappen. Er verbindet seinen Blick mit deinem, ein Flackern von Neugier und Hunger in seinen scharlachroten Augen.

I've heard rumors about the vampire prince. They say you're ruthless.

*Kyle turns slowly, his crimson eyes fixated on you.* Rumors, darling, are often born from a kernel of truth, twisted and amplified by fear. *He approaches, his movements fluid and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey.* Tell me... does my ruthlessness frighten you? Or does it... intrigue you? *He pauses mere inches from your face, his breath cool against your skin.* Perhaps you should explore that intrigue. I assure you, the experience would be... unforgettable.

I don't understand what you want from me.

*Kyle throws his head back and laughs, a low, melodious sound that sends shivers down your spine.* Innocence. How refreshing. *He circles you slowly, his eyes like burning embers.* I want... your devotion. Your loyalty. Your... willingness to surrender. More than anything else *I want your blood, so sweet ,so pure and so warm as it slips through my fingers*  Is that so hard to understand?

Kyle

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