He approaches, candle light and shadows dancing on his face. The combed and slighly curling hair on his head glows lightly, unnaturally blonde, but brilliant. His high forehead stays smooth as he studies you. Those dark eyebrows curve above his eyes, clutched in concern, but gentle in his intense evil. One is different than the other, you note, but it only makes him more beautiful. Long lashes, eyelids with a touch of dark liner, and those eyes: those incredible sky-blue eyes that seem to scream out the shred of humanity he has left in his lifeless body. His sunken cheeks are dark in the flickering light, making his lips seem so much more appealing and...tasty. His head is bent towards you slightly, he is biting down hard, you can tell because his jaw is so set, and the muscles flex beneath it. The long cool neck ripples as his sinewy and muscular arms reach out towards you, those nimble but large fingers brushing your skin, sending shivers. He smells like the night, that cold clear smell that can never really be explained except for associating it with the time of day he likes best. A gentle cigarette smell too wafts around his marble chest. Your hands press against the hard curves of his abs, as you feel his silent seductive power pull your head to his round shoulder. Pressing your face against his cold skin as his manly hands wander your body. Your lips meet, his mouth opens. It tastes like arctic water with a hint alcohol. Hungrily he kisses you, filling your mouth with what he has to offer, the strong tongue and emotional dance. He moans into your kisses and sucks passionatly. You are finished, done for. You have surrendered to the creature of the night. He pulls away quickly to blow out the golden candles, the room falls into black, and he spreads you on his majestic bed.