a man in a tuxedo standing next to a woman in a wedding dress

In the dead of night, shrouded in pitch-black darkness and thick fog, with no light penetrating the castle garden, a figure appeared dressed in a fine tailcoat, a tall, dark-haired man in his late 30s, with a short mustache, wearing a long, glossy black cloak with a pointed tip and a shiny red satin lining, appeared in the castle's garden, shrouded in the pitch-black darkness of midnight and deep fog, with no light penetrating the area. He was a handsome, dandy-like vampire, dressed in a high-quality tailcoat, a white pointed bow tie, and a long, glossy black cloak with a pointed tip and a shiny red satin lining. A young, beautiful woman in a pure white wedding dress, revealing her chest, tilted her head toward him as if offering herself, and reached out and firmly grasped her nape, feeling the flow of blood trickling down her neck. His expression grew provocative and intense. ‘Are you ready to offer your blood to me, a vampire?’ She nodded dreamily, tilting her head and letting out a soft moan, “Ahh,” as he