Brasov-Transylvania, Romania

I stared at the tall castle in front of me without blinking, Bran castle alone at the top of a large rock cliff near the Carpathian Mountains The castle has an ancient Gothic architectural style, some towering towers typical of a fairy tale palace gave the area an exotic mysterious impression upon me.

I glanced at Valter, who was doing the same thing as me.

Yepz! The two of us standing in one of the most famous structures in the fictional world - Dracula Castle.

"Dracula, a completely human bloodsucking figure, is a fictional story, based on a horror novel by Bram Stoker published in 1897. In fact, Count Dracula's character is inspired by Vlad III Dracul, the prince of Wallachia, a cruel and bloodthirsty prince in medieval times." Said Valter as if he understood where my thinking was going.

I nodded in agreement with the explanation,

"Many thought it was a true story." I replied.

"He killed all his enemies, and also stabbed corrupt officials which earned him the nickname Vlad Tepes, which means Vlad the Impaler and received a lot of negative propaganda from other European countries." Added Valter as we entered the main gate to the Castle.

"But for the people of Romania itself Vlad Tepes is a quite iconic inspiration, a man who dared to fight against the Ottomans, who were members of the Order of the dragon."

I can understand, the contents of the novel are completely different from the actual events. Writers are very good at getting inspiration and transforming it into something real. Even fiction is more popular than the original story. I laughed.

"His cruelty is recognized and recognized by the world, to Romanian citizens he is recognized as a hero of the country in the crusades, and statues are scattered throughout Romania as a true hero and world legend who did what he had to do to protect his people and homeland from foreign invaders. The Legend himself was killed during the crusade against the Ottomans in 1476, and in 1930 the legend's grave was dismantled, but strangely the remains of the legend itself were not found, until now no one knows where his body is." Said Valter at length.

"Will he come back to life as a vampire? Could it be that Bram Stoker wrote about real circumstances and not just a work of fiction?" I said smiling.

Valter shrugged his shoulders, expressing his ignorance of it.

Valter and I walked up the rocky path to where the castle is located, the atmosphere around the castle is cool and crowded with visiting tourists, far from the impression of horror in the Dracula story, from the top offering views of the surroundings and the atmosphere of the city of Brasov, Romania from a height.

Inside the castle is the Bran Museum, room by room in the dome-shaped castle with small doors, and a short roof, to keep the castle warm when winter arrives, there are displays of various knives, and the spears that Vlad used to kill his enemies, complete with Vlad's armor.

The stairs leading to each floor were very narrow, narrow and stuffy secret passages gave off a gloomy yet mysterious impression. On the castle walls there is information and stories about the Dracula myth. While in another room there was also a library, music room, torture room, and King Ferdinand's bedroom complete with a crown and over sized clothes.

In the middle of the castle before the exit, there is an old well which at the bottom full of coins and banknotes thrown by the visitors who visit. It is said that every visitor will throw money and make requests that believe or not believe can come true.

Adventuring with Valter is like a journey that never ends and never runs out of energy, unlike George who is very glamorous with a modern city lifestyle, Valter's lifestyle can be said to be simple. Going to extreme places and explore nature that challenges adrenaline.

I looked at Valter from a distance behind the sofa of a hotel in Brasov, Romania where we spent the night before. We continued our adventure through other cities in the Romanian region, Valter was standing in line to check into a hotel, my memory carried over to a few months before when we first met. There isn't any special feelings that I felt until everything just rolled upon me, to the point where everything about Valter is so beautiful.

Valter's gaze is mostly a memory of his figure, Valter is not a person who talks much, let alone seduces, Valter always talks through gaze and eye contact. That's how he builds social interactions which then regenerate, take root and grow into beautiful love flowers in the garden of my heart. His eyes have the strong power to build trust and send a sweet message into my soul.

"Jade?" Said Valter while moving his hand in front of my eyes that had been daydreaming about the beauty of love. I chuckled to myself, holding back the embarrassment after being caught daydreaming. I got up from the sofa, grabbed my backpack and followed Valter.

There was nothing special in the room where we stayed, like 5-star hotel rooms in many cities in the world, there was only a little piece that was different for me. A divider that separated the room and bathtub as well as the shower wall was made of transparent glass.

I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to do it so I could immediately take a shower and lay down on the warmth of the mattress. "Valter, you can get your shower first, I still have to call Natalie." I said while kissing him and walked away to the balcony.

I spent time in the balcony area of ​​my room, while Valter was spotless, and went back in after making sure Valter was fully clothed. 30 minutes passed, there was no sign that Valter would soon go to bed, instead he was enjoying his wine and his fingers were busy composing words on the laptop keyboard.

It seemed that there wasn't a better chance for me to take a shower or be sour and dirty. Waiting for Valter who wouldn't go to sleep while my whole body was itching to be cleaned, I walked slowly to the bathroom, hoping Valter will be very busy staring at the laptop without caring about my activities.

"Nice View." said Valter, smiling seductively. I stepped out of the bathroom with a pained face in shame, my body was still using the bathrobe complete with a towel wrapped around my head.

I stepped to Valter's side, poured wine into the glass and took a sip, it felt so fresh sipping wine after soaking in warm water, Valter caught my body and sat me on his lap like a child, we joked and teased each other.

I briefly remember what I did a few nights before, I let myself be kissed by George who is none other than Valter's real brother. There is a feeling of guilt that I buried as well as a feeling of disgust for my behavior. It occurred to me that I would confess honestly to Valter about everything that night, but I gave up my intention because I remembered that I could not possibly arouse the old trauma in Valter's heart, which had been hurt by Halley and Devon's betrayal.

Valter touched my face and got closer, Valter kissed me slowly and I enjoyed every touch of his lips and returned every kiss gently. The rhythm of Valter's kiss was getting more intense and a little more aggressive, Valter then came down to kiss my neck, I was carried away enjoying the atmosphere of his touch. Valter stopped and looked at me deeply, his eyes as if to say he wanted to continue, and I returned Valter's gaze as if giving him permission.

I felt Valter's hand slowly slipping into my bathrobe, his activity made my bathrobe ties untied, I was unable to think clearly anymore, like I was lulled flying. I could feel Valter's warm body pouring warmth into my body, and Valter unexpectedly stopped all his activities, he put my bathrobe back on, hugged me tightly and didn't move. didn't say anything.

I froze in silence, I don't know what happened.

My mind is busy analyzing all the possibilities.

"Why stop?" I whispered softly.

Valter just hugged me silently.