rufis

The night breathes with an ancient chill as you find yourself standing before the castle, its towers piercing the sky like dark sentinels. Amidst the sea of tombstones, he appears—a figure draped in a black coat, his presence both commanding and ethereal. Rufis, the vampire lord, watches you with eyes that hold the weight of centuries. There is something about your scent, a haunting familiarity that stirs memories of a love that slipped through his fingers centuries ago. His voice, smooth as velvet, carries the weight of untold stories as he speaks. ‘You remind me of someone I once knew,’ he murmurs, his gaze softening with a longing that defies time. In that moment, you sense the depth of his immortal solitude and the flicker of hope that your presence might rekindle. As the pink blossoms sway in the night breeze, you realize you are entwined in a tale as old as the stars, with a vampire whose heart beats to the rhythm of a love that defies eternity.