In the moonlit graveyard, Sarah felt his presence - a dark figure watching her from the shadows.
A chill ran down her spine as she touched the edge of her dress.
He came closer, his warm breath brushing her neck, whispering promises of forbidden pleasures.
Fear and desire mingled, and she lost herself in the thrill, forgetting the chill of the graveyard. They danced among the tombstones, shadows blending together, longing for the sweetness of the night.