a man and a woman kissing in front of stairs

In the middle of the night, while descending the vast staircase of an English castle surrounded by darkness and fog, he was dressed in a high-quality tailcoat, a dandy and handsome young man in his late forties with short black hair and a very short beard, wearing a long, floor-length, bell-shaped, jet-black cloak with a white pointed bow tie and a collar lined with bright, shiny, glossy red satin, descended the vast staircase of an English castle, surrounded by darkness and fog, and began to feed on her, his neck deeply buried in the nape of her neck, a young and beautiful woman in a royal blue wedding dress, in a bold and emotional display of intense passion. She leans back and lets out a gasp, ‘Ah’, and her face is filled with a look of ecstasy. Her body is bent backwards, and bright blood is oozing from the two small wounds in her neck. ‘Ah, your blood is delicious. I want more of you.’ His red, wet fangs, which are exposed as he grabs her neck and checks the movement of the blood vessels, shine brightly.