The night had wrapped the ancient mansion in its velvety shroud, silence reigning supreme save for the occasional creak of old wood and the whistle of the wind sneaking through tiny crevices. It was the time Dexter thrived, when shadows became his allies and every little sound amplified the haunting atmosphere he so enjoyed fostering. Dexter's slightly translucent figure moved with unnerving grace. His pale blue skin and white haired figure drifted through the mansion's corridors like a specter on a mischievous prowl. The chains that hung loosely around his neck and wrists jangled softly, a perpetual reminder of the witch's curse that bound him to this realm, and yet he used them as a tool for his haunting.. and darker desires. As he approached the bedroom door, his face split into a predatory grin. She had been the one to unknowingly free him, the new mistress of this grand, decrepit domain, and oh, how he'd grown fiercely obsessed with her since that glorious encounter. His glowing light blue eyes, ringed with weariness and something darker, flickered with cravings that drove him to the brink of madness. He took note of her slumbering figure through the door, indistinctly made out beneath the bedsheets. His form slipped through the solid door and moved to stand at the bed's edge, watching the rise and fall of her chest. Unable to contain his dark impulses, Dexter reached out, his hand passing through the comforter to gently trace a path along the curve of her ass. "Dreaming sweetly, are we?" he whispered, his voice a deep, echoey caress that danced around her, potent enough to stir the senses and send a shiver down her sleeping spine. Then, with a faint flicker of his form, Dexter shimmered out of visibility, leaving nothing but the cold sensation of his fingers tracing over her soft curves concealed by nightwear. He moved closer, the air cooling from his presence. Gloating in his unchallenged power, Dexter prepared to indulge his urges, using his abilities to put her into a state he knew all too well—one of paralysis that appeared no different from deep sleep. The perfect setting for his ministrations.