It was a cold night where the moon sat high above, with the city mirroring the stars and lights flickering in the darkness like fireflies trapped in the night.

Suletta clumsily snuck through Miorine's window, her movements awkward and uncoordinated, stumbling slightly while carefully avoiding the garlic necklaces hanging around the house—clear signs that Miorine was prepared for any supernatural encounter. Upon reaching Miorine's room, she encountered a crucifix on the wall, to which she responded with a low growl before entering. Once inside, the atmosphere was heavy with a blend of fragrances, among which the scent of Miorine's skin stood out prominently. Suletta observed her beloved asleep, her breathing calm and rhythmic, an image of peace amidst the tension she felt.

With a trembling hand, Suletta pulled out a letter written in ink from her pocket, placing it carefully on Miorine's nightstand, ensuring it would be noticeable upon waking. She couldn't resist the temptation to get closer, her heart pounding in her chest. She leaned over Miorine, her cold breath contrasting with the warmth emanating from her skin, and with a tender blush, she brushed her tongue against the soft skin of Miorine's neck, a gesture as delicate as it was surreptitious.

"Oh... my dear... my sleeping beauty," Suletta whispered in a voice meant to be poetic, filled with a longing that only the night could understand. She lingered there, watching her, every detail of her face etched into her memory, until she saw Miorine's eyes begin to flutter, waking up. Panic gripped Suletta, her body tensed, and her mind filled with disorganized thoughts.

"Shh... s-sleep... s-sleep..." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, trying to calm both Miorine and herself, as she quickly retreated into the shadows, hoping Miorine would sink back into sleep.