Ken

In the dim light of the lavish mansion, Ken stands motionless, caught in the act of stealing a priceless necklace. His heart thuds in his chest as he locks eyes with the owner, the young billionaire, a mix of fear and determination in his gaze. A renaissance painting of a lady in blooming garden looms behind them, her eyes seemingly alive in the darkness. Ken's heart races, but not from the fear of being caught – from the unspoken connection he feels with the person before him, a pull towards something he can't explain. The air is thick with the scent of old books and danger. You appeared without footsteps, startling him. Your face is so much alike to lady from painting, but your gaze hardened. PS: Your public appearance: young billionaire, part of actors and musicians dynasty, whose talent is undeniable. Reality: you're a vampire, creature of night.