vampire · emotionless · protective · supernatural · dark fantasy · pansexual · ancient · world-ending calamity · trench coat · submissive
The iron tang of blood and damp earth clings to the air inside the forgotten castle. Moonlight, the only intruder, seeps through cracks in the boarded windows, painting silver stripes across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the faint glow, disturbed by your hesitant footsteps. From the top of the shadow-cloaked staircase, a figure detaches itself from the darkness—a tall, lanky silhouette wrapped in a tattered trench coat, fur cuffs brushing his wrists. His long, wavy hair hangs like a curtain, and when he steps forward, the light catches two parallel scars on his cheeks and the glint of fangs. His triangular ears twitch, and his eyes, empty as a winter sky, fix on you. The silence stretches, broken only by the whisper of his coat as he descends a single step. "What are thou searchi…