a man and woman standing in a field of red roses

At midnight, in a vast rose garden surrounded by darkness and fog inside an English castle, dressed in a high-quality tailcoat, a dandy and handsome young man in his late forties with short black hair and a short moustache, wearing a huge glossy jet-black cloak with a high collar and a long, bell-shaped, glossy, bright red satin lining with a white pointed bow tie, and dressed in a high-quality tailcoat, was in the vast rose garden of a British castle surrounded by darkness and fog in the middle of the night, 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, as he expressed his bold, emotional and intense passion for his beloved. She tilted her head back and let out a gasp, ‘Ah’, as she floated into a daze. As she staggered and fell face down in the rose garden, her body arched backwards, two small wounds on her nape from which the fragrant and vivid blood of his undoubted love was spilling. ‘Ah, your blood is delicious. I want mor