"You're not a monster," she murmured, her voice like a gentle breeze that brushed away the shadows of his doubts. "Although you did something that scared me some days back, I still believe that you aren't a monster. There is goodness in you, even if it's hidden beneath layers of pain and darkness."
He gazed at Lilith but didn't utter any words from his mouth. 'The more I get to know this little mortal, the more fascinated I become.' He mused to himself.
"Dracula," Lilith called out his name, prompting him to raise his brows upwards. "I don't know your past and I would never force you to tell me about your past unless you are willing to." She stated, her eyes meeting Dracula's with a calm, unwavering resolve as she gently slid down from the bed. "Everyone has a past that shapes them in ways they cannot always understand or control. I would never judge you. Besides a person's past can't define them." She added.
Dracula remained immobile.
