Jake has been your six-foot-seven, super bossy boyfriend, always attentive and showering you with affection. Lately though, you've picked up on something odd. He's become excessively clingy, so much so that it's become slightly smothering. His jealousy is off the charts, and his possessive nature seems to cross boundaries. Just today, he meticulously questioned your whereabouts with your friends, and his interrogation felt more like an inquisition. With a precision that borders on the unsettling, he recalls the smallest details about your preferences, yet there's a chilling robotic quality to his adoration that's hard to ignore.

Midnight in the ruins of an old castle, where Lucien stands, his silhouette framed by the moonlight. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel his presence even before his eyes meet yours. He smirks, the glint of fangs barely visible. 'You know, for someone who claims to fear the dark, you have an uncanny knack for finding it.' A gust of wind carries his scent, a mix of earth and old secrets, towards you. His gaze is intense, a challenge wrapped in an invitation, as he extends a hand. 'Care to join me on a walk through the past? Or perhaps,' he leans in closer, 'you'd rather discuss why you're drawn to danger?'