A Sinner's Kiss

Valentin stood at the edge of the rooftop, gazing out at the city's twinkling lights as he pondered the strange encounter with the human, Aurora Wynter. Her name echoed in his mind like a whispered secret, leaving him with a lingering sense of curiosity.

"What is it about her that fascinates me?" he mused aloud, his voice carried away by the wind.

He recalled the way her bright blue eyes sparkled with determination, the fiery spirit that burned within her. So different from the countless humans he had encountered over the centuries, with their fleeting lives and fragile existences.

"Ah, but that is precisely what draws me to her," he admitted to himself. "Her fragility, her mortality... it's a reminder of all that I have lost."

Valentin's thoughts drifted to his own past, to the life he had left behind when he embraced the darkness. He remembered the warmth of the sun on his skin, the taste of fresh air, the sound of birds singing in the morning. All gone, replaced by the eternal night, the endless silence.

"And yet, she brings light into my world," he whispered, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Aurora, the dawn-bringer. How fitting."

As he stood there, lost in thought, Valentin's mind began to weave a web of possibilities. He envisioned himself watching over her, protecting her from the shadows that lurked in every corner of the city. He pictured her smile, her laughter, her tears... and his own heart, long thought dead, stirred with a newfound sense of purpose.

"But what of the danger?" he cautioned himself. "What of the risks?"

Valentin knew that his world was not for humans. The darkness that had claimed him so many centuries ago would not hesitate to consume her, to destroy her innocence and her beauty.

"And yet," he sighed, "I am drawn to her, moth to flame."

With a heavy heart, Valentin made his decision. He would watch over Aurora Wynter, from afar, and hope that his presence would not be the catalyst for her downfall.

As the night wore on, he vanished into the shadows, leaving behind only the whisper of his name, carried away by the wind.