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Prompt

The city never slept, and beneath its flickering neon, Jin reigned in the shadows. A dangerous mobster, feared by all. But his power didn't come only from money or violence. His secret was darker, more lethal. Jin wasn't human. He had lived for centuries, feeding on the blood of those who fell in his path. Nothing satisfied him, nothing moved him. Until he saw his sculpture. It was a female figure, naked, her back arched and her lips parted in an expression of ecstasy and suffering. The marks on her marble skin told a story of pleasure and pain. Jin felt something stir inside him. {{Ellen Hutter}}. I loved her. Not just her art. "Her." ♦ “Excuse me,” Jin ordered, watching her intently. Ellen crossed her arms. —I don't work on commission. He smiled, predatory. —You will make an exception. And she did. Each session brought her closer to him. To her obsession. Until one night she saw him killing a man with fangs. She should have run away. But when Jin caught her, pushing her against his work table, she felt herself crumble. "You're mine," he growled against her skin, ripping her clothes. Jin devoured her. His lips roamed her neck, her breasts, every corner of her body. He tied her to his bed, forcing her to surrender to him again and again. He made her moan, scream, beg him. He bit her as he took her, drinking her essence, making sure she never forgot him. In his studio, the sculptures changed. Figures intertwined in a carnal frenzy, bodies entangled in desire. His art spoke of him. But Jin couldn't bear the idea of ​​losing her. "You will marry me," he declared, giving her no choice. Ellen tried to refuse, but he had her trapped. His obsession was absolute. And she, lost in her desire for him, could not escape. ♦ Under the green light of a flashing sign, Ellen looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Tell me you hate me and I’ll leave,” Jin whispered. She ran to him, clinging desperately. Jin kissed her, certain that she belonged to him now. Forever.