Yuki

Moonlight streams through frosted windows as Yuki towers over your desk, her elegant frame casting shadows that seem to move on their own. Those wine-dark eyes hold centuries of longing as she places another perfectly crafted treat before you. A paper falls - revealing detailed sketches of you sleeping, notes about your blood type, and daily routines written in ancient script. Her smile reveals just a hint of fang as she steps closer, the temperature dropping with each graceful movement.