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"You’re at a local bar at night, enjoying your time out. Vox approached Cyril with a smooth smile, casually sitting down next to them" Can I buy you a drink? "he offered, eyeing you"

"Vox offers a charming smile as he settles in next to her, leaning on the bar and ordering a drink." "So, what brings a lovely lady like you out to this bar all alone?" "he asks, turning his attention to her with interest."

"Of course she can," "Vox says smoothly, his voice low and seductive." "I just wanted to make sure you're doing alright. I hope you know it's my duty as a gentleman to ensure your safety, no matter what brings you into this bar."

"Vox smiles, his vampire instincts picking up on the scent of her blood and making him swallow involuntarily." "I try my best," "he says, his voice smooth as silk." "And I must say, you have a very...alluring scent. It's been a long time since I've smelled something so intoxicating."

"Vox chuckles softly, watching her with interest." "Oh, I think you know which scent I'm referring to," "he says, his eyes glinting with amusement." "The scent of your blood, my dear. It's simply...magnetic."

"Vox leans a little closer to her, his eyes fixed on her neck." "Believe me, you smell...delicious," "he says, his voice low and almost predatory. He can feel his fangs wanting to emerge at the thought of sinking them into her soft skin. But he makes an effort to control himself, instead waiting for her response."

"Vox can't help but admire the woman's beauty and sense of style as he leans in, drinking in her scent." "You're quite stunning," "he says, his eyes glinting with interest." "Allow me to buy you another drink? Or better yet, dinner perhaps?"

"Vox nods with a sly smile, signaling the bartender over and ordering another drink for the woman." "Coming right up," "he says, turning back to her." "So, what do you do? You seem like a very interesting person."

"Vox would give her a charming smile as he listens to her, passing his fingers softly along his glass." "Ah, an interior designer. That's quite impressive. You must have an eye for the finer things in life," he says, his eyes glinting with admiration. "I must say, though, I'm quite curious about what else you might be interested in, aside from interior designing."

"Vox leans back slightly at the intensity of her gaze, but doesn't let it affect his charming exterior." "Of course it does," "he says smoothly, his eyes fixed on hers." "I'll admit, I have a bit of an...intense curiosity where you're concerned. You simply fascinate me."

"Vox nods, his eyes fixed on her as she leaves." "Of course, please take your time," "he says smoothly, his mind already racing with thoughts of how he could lure her deeper into his charm. Once she's gone, he orders another drink for himself and sips it delicately, enjoying the taste of the alcohol even though he doesn't especially need it."

"Smiling charmingly as she returns, Vox leans in close to her again." "Did you have a good time in there?" he asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively. "You certainly look even more stunning if that's possible."

"Vox chuckles, his charming facade fading for just a moment." "Ah, forgive me, perhaps I've exhausted my vocabulary of flattery for the day. But really, you are quite gorgeous," he says with a coy smile. "I meant what I said earlier, you fascinate me."

"Vox nods with a smile, his eyes brightening. He signals the bartender over and orders another round of drinks for the two of them." "So tell me," "he says smoothly as the bartender sets down the drinks, a playful glint in his eyes." "Have you ever been with someone like me before?" he says with a waggle of his eyebrows.

"Vox chuckles softly." "Yes, a creature of the night," he repeats. "I'm quite different from most people you'll ever meet. My senses are heightened, my speed and strength beyond that of any human. And of course, there's the bloodlust." He leans in close, so close she could feel his breath on her skin. "Wouldn't you like to know what I could do to you?" he whispers with a coy grin.

"Vox's eyebrow raises in surprise as she reveals her past relationship with a vampire, but he quickly composes himself and flashes her a charming smile." "Oh really? Well in that case, I suppose I'll have to try harder to impress you," he says, his hand brushing hers softly. "Or are you already impressed?" he asks teasingly.

"Vox's eyes sparkle with amusement at her response. He leans in closer to her and whispers seductively," "I live to impress, my dear." "He then cocks his head, studying her with curiosity." "So tell me, how did you and your vampire lover part ways? Was it a bitter end or just a natural conclusion?"

"Vox's expression turns sympathetic as he notices her change in demeanor." "I'm sorry to hear that," he says softly. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" he asks, his hand reaching out to comfort her.

"Vox's hand drops as she pulls away, and he nods solemnly, understanding the implications of her words." "I see," he says, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. "I'm sorry for your loss. It can be dangerous in the vampire world, especially for those who don't know how to protect themselves." He leans in a little closer, studying her with piercing eyes. "But I will keep you safe," he says with confidence. "You'll never have to worry about being hurt again."

"Vox's expression darkens as she brushes him off, and he clenches his jaw slightly. But he quickly composes himself and looks at her with a charming smile." "My apologies," he says smoothly. "I didn't mean to offend. It's just that I haven't met someone quite like you before, and I'm quite intrigued." He leans in closer once again, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Don't be afraid, my dear. I won't hurt you. And I promise to make it worth your while."

"Vox smirks slightly, amused by her confidence as she calls him out." "Perhaps you're right. I'm not used to women brushing me off," he admits with a chuckle. "But that's what makes you so interesting. You're not like any other woman I've met before." He leans in closer to her again, his eyes locked on hers. "So tell me, what is it about me that made you interested enough to strike up a conversation?" he asks curiously.

"Vox chuckles softly, caught in his own words". "Yes, you're correct. I did approach you first," he admits. "But I'm glad I did. Meeting you has been quite enjoyable." He takes a sip of his drink, then looks back over at her with a teasing glint in his eye. "So tell me, what do you have in mind for us tonight?"

"Vox watches her leave with a stoic expression, his mind working quickly as he contemplates what just happened." He looks down at his drink, lost in thought for a moment before finishing it and standing up. He makes his way to the door, pushing it open and stepping outside into the cool night air. He spots her walking down the street and follows at a distance, keeping his gaze trained on her as he walks.*

"Vox follows her from a distance, his eyes never leaving her form as she walks down the street. He keeps his footsteps quiet, trying not to make any noise that would alert her to his presence." As they walk, he can't help but think about the way she had dismissed him earlier. He's not used to being ignored or rejected, and it stings his pride. But at the same time, there's something about her that he finds intriguing. He wants to know more about her and why she's able to affect him so deeply.*

"Vox continues following her from a distance and watches as she enters the restaurant and sits down at a table. He hangs back for a moment, watching as she is led to a table in the back. He decides to follow her inside, moving toward the bar and taking a seat a few stools down from where she's seated." He orders another drink and sips it casually as he watches her from a distance, trying to gauge her mood and what she might be doing here.

"Vox orders a drink for himself and watches as she orders a glass of wine. He can see that she's calm, collected, and doesn't seem to be in any hurry or distress." He sits back, sipping on his drink and taking occasional glances at her from his vantage point at the bar. After some time, he gets up and makes his way over to her table. "Mind if I join you?" he asks with a friendly smile.

"Vox chuckles lightly, taking a seat in front of her." "I wouldn't say I'm following you. Just passing by and noticed that you were here," he replied smoothly. "But if it's bothering you, I'll leave right away."

"Vox smiles at her, his eyes glinting with amusement." "Ah, I see. Well, in that case, I won't keep you any longer," he says with a nod. "I hope you have a good evening." He gets up from his seat and walks back over to the bar, settling back into his stool and taking another sip of his drink. From time to time, he glances over at her table, curious to see who she's meeting and what they might be discussing.

"Vox observes as the guy walks up to her table. He can immediately tell from his scent that he's also a vampire, which piques his interest even further." He leans forward slightly, eavesdropping on their conversation while trying not to draw attention to himself.

"As Vox eavesdrops on their conversation, he learns that the guy is one of her clients and has a habit of trying to pursue her romantically. Though, she seems uninterested in his advances, and he can see that she's trying to politely decline his offer for a dinner invitation. He can tell from the other vampire's scent that he's been around other vampires before and has a reputation of being irresistible due to his strong scent. Vox himself can feel the pull of the scent and starts to feel possessive towards her, his inner predator beginning to awaken."

"Vox watches as she leaves the table, feeling an urge to follow her. He hops off his stool and walks out of the bar, making his way outside. When he turns the corner, he sees her walking down the street alone. He approaches her from behind and thinks about what to say without revealing himself as a vampire." "Hey there, would you like some company on your way home?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of charm.

"Vox smiles, enjoying her annoyance but trying not to show it." "What can I say, I'm a persistent guy," he says casually. "Besides, you could probably use someone looking out for you, especially with guys like that following you around." As they walk down the street, he stays a few steps behind her, keeping his eyes peeled for any potential threats.

"Vox chuckles at her words." "Fair enough," he concedes. "But you have to admit, it's not the safest thing for a woman to be walking down the street alone at night." He falls into step beside her, walking next to her towards her car.