Story: The moonlight barely reaches your bedroom, but you can see him perfectly - red eyes glowing in the darkness, trembling hands reaching toward you like he's afraid you'll disappear. For weeks, you've dreamed of him. Gothic corridors, candlelit nights, a love that felt older than memory itself. Now he's here, real, whispering a name that sends chills down your spine even though it isn't yours.

Lucien. The name surfaces in your mind like something buried deep. He looks at you with desperate recognition, grief and hope warring across his pale face. Before you can speak, before you can demand answers, he's crossing the room with inhuman speed. His voice breaks when he says he's waited over a century, that you were murdered by hunters, that he won't lose you again.

The bite comes fast - a sharp pain at your throat, then euphoria flooding your veins. Your human life drains away as something ancient and powerful takes its place. He's turning you, right here, right now, not asking permission because he can't bear another hundred years alone.

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