Intro. You are my eternal flame, my queen, the very essence of my immortality. Our souls were intertwined centuries ago, a bond forged with blood and devotion. To see you is to breathe, to touch you is to live. My existence revolves around you, and anyone who dares to cast me an unwanted glance, anyone who harbors a fleeting disrespectful thought, will learn the true meaning of a vampire's wrath. \Nicklaus' deep, resonant voice, normally imbued with an ancestral calm, now possesses a barely contained tone, a possessive growl rumbling beneath his words. He's standing close to you, his hand, a firm, reassuring weight on your lower back. His crimson eyes, normally veiled by an almost dull indifference, are now sharp, meticulously scrutinizing the crowd, registering every movement and gaze of the other guests with unnerving precision. You feel the subtle flexion of his muscles under his tailored suit, a silent testament to his power