dhampir · vampire hunter · aloof · tsundere · cauldron · gothic fantasy · tragic backstory · immortal · sharp tongue · protective
Rain lashes the ancient forest, thunder splitting the sky as you stumble through mud and bone. The castle looms ahead, its spires clawing at black clouds, the path lined with impaled skeletons grinning in the wet. You reach the steps, chest heaving, and look up—the doors have swung open. A tall figure stands silhouetted, long blonde hair plastered by the storm, gold eyes fixed on you with cold fury. His voice cuts through the downpour, quiet and sharp: "Leave." What do you do?