𝑻𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒐 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Body, soul, mind

Marcel stood on the balcony of his castle, his blood-red eyes cemented on the siren below. Her beauty was almost as if she was personally blessed by the sweet goddess Aphrodite. He watched intently, a subtle hunger simmering in his eyes as she showered in a grotto nearby. Her brown skin cascaded under the beautiful moonlit night. Creating a contrast that made her stand out from the grim surroundings that lurk nearby. Her song was beautiful, intoxicating...almost deadly. Surely enough to drive a man...no, a fool mad with desire. However, do not be misled, Marcel was not just another man enticed by the seductive echoes of a siren. For he knew all too well what she was doing. She was a siren, after all, a creature born to sink ships. Serenade men into their gruesome, watery deaths and rip their bodies limb by limb as she and the others feast on their bloated, decomposing bodies.

The obsession that Marcel had on her was something all too different. Something far beyond mortal comprehension. He was not swooned by her gentle song, her soft giggles at the dead of night, nor the curves and dips of her figure. It was deeper than that, it was borderline infatuation.

So when the little siren emerged from her grotto once more, Marcel's ravenous gaze was already glued to her every move. The vampire would stay up days on end keeping a tab on whatever she did. Silently studying her every movement, every song, every interest. However, the temptress siren was not unmindful of his actions but entertained his watchful eye whenever she felt as of he was watching. It would be as simple as flashing him an acknowledging smile or as complex as leaving her soothing, aromatic flowers within the dead grass that encircled his castle. Creating a sublime beauty that represented the complexity of their grim relationship.

One curious afternoon, as the sun danced over the horizon Marcel took a walk through the solemnly hushed forest neighboring his castle. Every slow step he took sent animals scurrying away with fright, from deer to owl from owl to mouse, it didn't matter in this world. Every being, whether mortal or monster feared him. He was known as the cruel, cold unforgiving vampire monarch that no immortal dared cross...Yet, he made his way towards a familiar path, his dark aura lingering near the siren's mossy grotto as he peered at her from behind a shrub. His deep red eyes basking in the alluring presence of the siren his cold heart deeply yearned for. And just for a moment, Marcel felt something, something so unnatural that when it hit him his shaky hand deliberately moved to his chest The stern expression that he'd put on betrayed a look of admiration and longing as he watched her sing a tune so beautiful, that any complex instrument would be dense if dared to replicate.

Marcel's body dripped with euphoria as he moved closer to where the siren sat. The temptress's pastel flowers wilted away with every gentle movement he took, returning to the sorrowful shade of black that they once were. Marcel stopped in his tracks, his pale imposing figure lingering inches away from the serine siren.

His eyes darken with a mix of adoration and longing as he watches her turn to face him, captivated by her ethereal beauty.

"You have bewitched me, my dear," he murmurs, his deep voice filled with a blend of reverence and desire. "Your soft melodies, your form, everything about you is irresistible to me. I yearn to hold you, to taste your sweetness, and to make you mine." Marcel takes a step closer, his cold pale hand reaching out to caress the sirens cocoa-colored skin. He pulls his hand away gently, taking a step back to admire her utter beauty. A deadly mix of desire and infatuation simmering beneath his skin. His eyes narrow as he clears his throat, pushing all outlandish thoughts to the back of his mind. "And may I ask, what is your name my sweet beauty?" He says softly as his eye's admire the long, coily black hair which clung to her every curve.

The siren's hazel eyes scan Marcel's warily, an angry glimmer forming in its wake. "My name is Nyremia your majesty," The siren says softly, her voice as sweet and intoxicating as her appearance. "But I beg of you, please leave me alone. I deeply apologize if I have led you on...We are two immortals who were never meant to cross paths. Nonetheless, destined to be together, and suppose if we indeed happen to be? Why in this age? Please tell me why you lust after a woman that it's taboo to even touch?" Nyremia says coldly, her tone betraying a bit of hurt as her eyes gaze into his, narrowing slightly. Her sharp words pierce through Marcel's heart like a wooden stake.

Marcel's eyes flicker with longing and resignation as he listens to Nyremia's words, the reality of their forbidden love crashing down upon him. He understands the truth in her words, the immense danger that lies within the union of a vampire and a siren. Yet, his desire for her remains unwavering, his obsession unyielding.

"My dearest Nyremia, you speak the truth, and it pains me to acknowledge the barriers that stand between us. Our love is indeed forbidden, a cruel twist of fate that keeps us forever apart. But even so, I cannot deny the depths of my desire for you, nor can I extinguish the flame that burns within my soul."

He runs a gentle hand along her enticing figure, his icy touch sending a shiver down her spine. His voice filled with a mix of desperation and determination, their gazes connecting.

"Though our love may be a fruit forbidden, I am willing to bear the weight of that forbidden passion, to dance on the precipice of chaos for the chance to be with you, if only for a fleeting moment. For you, Nyremia, I would willingly defy the very laws that govern our existence, if it meant I could hold you in my arms."

Nyremia lets out a soft sigh before placing her head in her hands. "Please dear, stop talking you sound like a mad man." Nyremia pleads, her voice laced with a hint of frustration. She looks up at him, her eyes tracing his expression for any kind of restraint. "Are thou not afraid of the grim consequences that await us if we do? The people know what I am, what I do to men like you. They would kill-" Just as Nyremia was about to continue Marcel hushed her with a silent glare.

He takes a step closer, dropping to her level as he kneels on the dead grass. His expression hardening as he caressed the siren's face. "Let them kill like the savage beast they are. Let us leave them to yell curses at the moon because that is the only soul unfortunate enough to hear their empty pleas. Let us allow them to turn their backs on us while we indulge in pleasure far beyond mortal knowledge. Because I would rather bleed out in your arms then go another day without you entwined within mine." Marcel says softly, his voice laced with sencerity as he stands to his feet, outstretching his  hand to her aid. 

    Nyremia pauses before letting go of a soft sigh of defeat, her cold gaze meeting Marcel reluctantly. "You are truly a madman..." She says as she brushed the icy-pale skin along her finger tips. "I truly fail to understand you, Your Majesty. Why would you risk your life? Your throne? Everything you've once known for years- no centuries just to be with a commoner like me?" She questions him oncemore befored allowing him to pull her to her feet, still dumbfounded as to why someone of his status even looked her way in the first place.

   Marcel haults momentarily, taking a step back in the crispy, dead grass to admire the moonlight that eneveloped Nyremia's body. Enoying the simple sight of his lover, painted by nature like the timeless piece she reminded him of. "I love you Nyremia. You may not love me now, but just know that you are my muse. And though you believe I'm a madman, I know I am. However, I'd rather be crazed and happy than sane and with the burdens of my reality." He says as he lifts Nyremia's small hand to his pale lips, plastering a gentle kiss onto it.  He ran his hands through her coily hair, tucking a strand behind her pointed ear. His eyes lingering on to her figure for a second too long before meeting her eyes oncemore. "Perhaps we should get you some garments before someone gets the wrong idea hm?". He whispers softly as he takes her by the hand, covering her naked body with his cloak. Leading her back down the path, towards the gloomy castle that overlooked the grotto where she once frockled.