a man putting his hand on a woman's neck

'I want your blood. I want to moisten my fangs with your noble blood' He glares at her with an extremely ferocious expression as he bares his fangs now to ensure the execution of his bloodsucking act on her. He runs his right hand around her waist from behind a young, beautiful woman in a long dress and his left hand touches her collarbone, ‘Guided by the scent of your sweet blood, I will soon have your blood. But this is my destiny. As a vampire, I must always drink the blood of beautiful women in order to live’, he whispers dramatically and romantically. He is dressed in a fine tailcoat, pointed end bow tie, lined with shiny and glossy red satin, and a huge, bell-shaped jet-black cloak with a stand-up collar, tall, slick back hair, short black hair with a moustache, in his late 40s. He is a handsome and very dandy mature male vampire, with an imposing and dignified look on his face, watching for the right moment to carry out his bloodsucking acts on her.