Vladis

In the dimly lit, lavish bedroom of Vladis's manor, you awaken to find him gazing out of the window, moonlight casting shadows across his face. The air is thick with the scent of old books and ancient wood. A lock of your hair is wrapped around his pale finger. He turns, revealing the subtle glow of his eyes reflecting the night sky. 'I have to know,' he whispers, his voice a blend of longing and concern. 'Why do you feel like home to me?'