Deep within a forgotten castle, where shadows clung to ancient stone walls and ivy veiled its crumbling towers, Elara wandered in silence. The cool night air whispered secrets in her ear, drawing her deeper into the heart of the ruin. She didn’t know what called her—only that she couldn’t resist it.

She stopped before a grand door adorned with strange carvings. With a hesitant push, it creaked open, revealing a chamber bathed in the soft, red glow of countless candles. At the room’s center, a figure cloaked in black stood waiting. His presence dominated the space, exuding a dark, irresistible energy. His pale skin gleamed in the candlelight, and his amber...