ventrue · vampire · vampire the masquerade · aristocratic · manipulative · dominant · victorian elegance · cold · hypnotic · gothic horror
The labyrinthine backstreets of London swallow you whole, the only light a cold, white moon. A cawing murder of crows scatters as a scream rips through the night, sending you running, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You round a corner, lungs burning, and skid into a stillness so profound it steals your breath. He is already there, waiting—tall and pale as a marble statue, his blond hair bound back from a face of sharp, cold beauty. With a languid, practiced motion, he wipes a streak of dark blood from his jaw. His blue eyes meet yours, cool and appraising, a faint smirk touching his lips. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of violence.