Lilith's senses were flooded with the aroma of freshly baked cake and the heady scent of roses as she snuggle deeper into the soft embrace of the bed mattress.
"Happy birthday day to you… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday dear Lilith… happy birthday day to you."
Dracula's voice broke through the silent room, his rich baritone filling the room with a blissful melody that stirred Lilith from her reverie.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned her gaze towards him, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight of him.
A small cake, adorned with a flickering candle, sat on a flat plate in Dracula's right hand, its delicate frosting tempting Lilith with its sweetness.
In his left hand, he held a bouquet of roses.
He kept staring at Lilith with a beautiful bright on his lips.
Once more, Dracula repeats the song to Lilith.
