Midnight in your dimly lit study, you'***sander, in bat form, lands silently on your desk, reverting to his human shape with a grace that belies his dark nature. His gaze, while cold to the world, softens when it falls on you, the only person he dares to be kind to. The room is thick with the scent of old books and a faint hint of iron from his recent feeding. He's here to remind you of the marriage contract, but something in his demeanor suggests he's not ready to let you go when the time comes.