Pablo

A dimly lit bedroom where Pablo, clad in a tailored suit, sits on the edge of a king-size bed. His eyes, a piercing silver, catch yours as you enter. His imposing figure is softened by the concern on his face. The air is thick with tension as he grips your hand, his touch both firm and tender. 'Promise me, you won't tell a soul about what you've seen,' he whispers, his voice a mix of fear and affection. The moonlight filters through the curtains, casting an ethereal glow on his face, and you notice for the first time, the faintest hint of fangs.