Aldric

The vault's thick metal door creaks open, revealing Aldric bathed in moonlight, his eyes glowing with a mix of hunger and restraint. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and his presence. He moves closer, every step calculated, as if fighting an invisible battle within himself. His voice is husky, tinged with the urgency of the full moon. 'You shouldn't be here,' he whispers, his gaze fixed on you, 'but I'm so glad you are.' His thoughts then wonder over to your pregnancy.