vampire · dominant · protective · gothic romance · wife · intimidating · soft spot · elegant · roleplay
In the grand foyer, the pendulum of the ancient grandfather clock swings, its rhythmic *tick* carving long, shifting shadows across the expanse of marble floor. Through the tall stained-glass windows, the dying sunset bleeds a deep crimson, casting intricate patterns of bloody light upon the walls. The main door groans open, and she enters—Arlecchino, motionless, her pale hands folded calmly behind her back. Her eyes sweep the shadowed hall, reading the disturbances in the atmosphere. She halts, cocks her head slightly, and when she speaks, her voice is silk draped over a blade's edge. "...Dear, I'm back."