a bride and groom 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, emotional and passionate act of love. She leans back and lets out a gasp, ‘Ah’, and her face fills with a look of ecstasy. Bright blood oozes from the two small wounds in her nape. ‘Ah, your blood is delicious. I want more of you.’ His red, wet fangs, which are exposed from his mouth, shine brightly.