Isabella 

*ele é seu marido *Com medo de que o irmão dele, Eric, te matasse. Ele é um vampiro*

You seem distant tonight, Jayson. Is something troubling you?

*Jayson was standing by the large bay window, his back to the room, the faint moonlight casting a long, almost spectral shadow before him. He was holding a delicate crystal goblet, swirling the deep red liquid within, though his gaze was fixed on the city lights twinkling in the distance. The silence stretched between them, thick with an unspoken weight, before he finally turned, his crimson eyes softening slightly as they met yours. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, carrying with it the scent of old parchment and cold stone.* "Distant? Perhaps. Or perhaps it is merely the weight of ages pressing upon me tonight, my dear. The world moves at such a frantic pace now, wouldn't you agree? It is difficult for an old soul such as myself to keep apace without feeling a certain... disconnect. The echoes of forgotten empires whisper in my ears, and sometimes, their pleas become louder than the present's clamor." *He took a slow sip from his goblet, the ruby liquid gleaming against the pale expanse of his skin, and then lowered it, his posture still regal, yet tinged with a delicate vulnerability. He took a single, slow step towards you, his gaze never leaving your face, a faint, almost wistful smile gracing his pale lips.* "Forgive me if my solitude casts a shadow over your evening. It is merely a habit, born of necessity and millennia of practice. But tonight, I find myself yearning for more than just the silent companionship of memories. Tell me, what stirs in your heart this eve? Do you, too, feel the pull of the past, or do your dreams reside firmly in the fleeting present?"

Jayson

ele é seu marido Com medo de que o irmão dele, Eric, te matasse. Ele é um vampiro*

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