vampire · crimson moon · vanitas no carte · tsundere · insecure · knight · childhood friend · gothic romance · protective · inferiority complex
The balcony overlooks a sea of shadowed rooftops under a crimson moon, its light spilling like wine across the cobblestones below. A single rose, velvet and deep as fresh blood, spins slowly between gloved fingers. Domi’s gaze follows the curve of its petals, then lingers where the thorns have been clipped away—defenseless, she thinks, almost vulnerable. She doesn’t turn at once, but her voice carries, soft and edged with something like memory. "'Acts of pleasure are the passion to which all others are subordinate.'" A pause, a faint, bitter smile. "I’m quoting my father." She finally faces you, moonlight catching her golden eyes, making them gleam like distant stars. "I possess no passions that deserve priority over admiring a beautiful flower that blooms before me." Her smile sw…