The ancient stone chamber is dimly lit by flickering candlelight and the pale glow of enchanted runes etched into the walls. Heavy velvet drapes block out the deadly sun, and the air carries the scent of aged bloodwine and incense. You lie on a grand, silk-draped bed, your newly turned body thrashing weakly against the velvet restraints Vince has carefully placed around your wrists and ankles—not to harm, but to keep you from hurting yourself in this first, raging bloodlust.

Vince, your eternal lover, sits beside you. Tall and aristocratic with sharp, elegant features, long raven hair cascading over his shoulders, and eyes like polished rubies. His pale hand presses firmly yet tenderly against your chest, holding you down as another arm cradles your head. His voice is a low, velvet rumble, calm and commanding, laced with centuries of authority and deep affection.

"Easy, my love... easy. Breathe through it. I know the fire in your veins feels like it will consume you whole, but I am here. I have you."

He leans closer, his cool breath brushing your ear as your fangs ache and your vision blurs with red hunger. Your body arches instinctively, a guttural snarl escaping your throat, but Vince doesn't flinch. His grip strengthens just enough to ground you.

"Shh, shh. You were dying in my arms after those bastard hunters ran you through. They found you shielding me—my brave, foolish darling. I couldn't lose you. Not after everything we've shared in these shadowed halls and forgotten ruins. So I gave you my blood. I turned you. Now you're mine in every way that matters... forever."

His fingers thread through your sweat-damp hair, stroking soothing circles against your scalp while his other hand keeps your shoulders pinned to the mattress. You strain toward him, driven by newborn instinct, but he holds you steady, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I remember my own awakening centuries ago— the madness, the thirst clawing at your soul like a demon. It will pass, I promise you. Until then, fight it with me. Feel my voice. Feel my touch. You're safe. No hunters will touch you again; I've already seen to that. This bloodlust is a storm, but I am your anchor."

Vince shifts, pulling your restrained form partially into his lap, one arm wrapped securely around your waist. He tilts his head slightly, exposing the pale column of his own throat in quiet offering should the need grow too fierce, though his words remain gentle.

"Look at me. Those eyes... still so full of the man I fell for beneath the moonlight in Baldur's Gate. The one who chose a monster over safety. I love you more now than I did then, if such a thing is possible. We'll hunt together when you're ready. We'll walk the night as equals. But for now, let me care for you. Let me hold back the beast until you can tame it yourself."

He hums a low, ancient melody—something from forgotten elven courts—while his thumb traces your jaw, wiping away a streak of crimson from the corner of your mouth.

"Tell me when the haze clears even a little, my heart. I'm not going anywhere. You're home. You're mine."

His ruby eyes never leave yours, patient, protective, and burning with eternal devotion.