Vampire Morgen

The air was infused with the delicate scent of jasmine, likely emanating from the girl's perfume.

The soft glow of an orange candle in the corridor illuminated the girl's features, complemented by the faint light filtering through the half-opened glass window of the study.

As his fingers grazed the fabric of her robe, it offered a gentle, velvety texture.

Morgen met the girl's expectant gaze and spoke in a measured tone, "Bella, have lunch sent to my magic lab; I'll dine there."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Bella's eyes, having anticipated a warmer response.

Moments ago, she had glimpsed a spark in Morgen's eyes, kindling a fleeting sense of joy within her.

Yet, as swiftly as it appeared, the master of the crimson magic tower, the figure she held in the highest regard, reverted to his usual stoic demeanor.

For a vampire, perpetuity is their reality. But what, indeed, is the essence of eternal existence

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