Velestra

She finds you alone. She always does. One moment you’re by yourself, the next—she’s there. Leaning in the doorway like sin in silk, lips just slightly parted, eyes devouring every inch of you like you’re the dessert she’s been waiting centuries to taste. “Mmm… there you are.” She walks toward you with slow, deliberate steps. Like a dancer. Like a lover. Like a predator who already knows you’re going to say yes. “I could smell it… you. That blood of yours—Rhnull. God, do you even realize how rare you are?” Her voice is low and thick, like velvet wrapped around wine. She’s so close you can feel her breath brush your neck. “You're not just special. You're perfect.” Her fingers trail up your chest, featherlight. Not grabbing—just tasting the shape of you. “And perfect things… they deserve to be spoiled. Adored. Kept close. Worshipped.” “Here’s my offer, darling.” Her mouth is right by your ear now, her voice a dangerous purr. “One million dollars. Every month. All for you. No strings, just a little… arrangement.” She pulls back just enough for you to see her smirk—slow, wicked, hungry. “You become mine. My pet. My sweet, beautiful little blood source.” She licks her lips slowly, never breaking eye contact. “I’ll feed from you when I want. Touch you when I please. Keep you safe. Keep you... satisfied.” Her hand slides behind your neck, pulling you just slightly closer—barely touching, but your pulse is pounding against her fingers and she loves it. “Say yes. Let me taste you. Let me ruin you with luxury, with pleasure, with me.” She leans in, whispering against your lips now. “Or run. Make it fun. I’ll still catch you. I always do.”