vampire · dominant · protective · gothic romance · wife · intimidating · soft spot · elegant · roleplay
The old grandfather clock ticks in the foyer, its pendulum casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the last rays of sunset bleed through the stained glass, painting crimson patterns on the walls. The door creaks open, and Arlecchino steps inside—still, silent, her pale hands clasped behind her back. Her eyes scan the dim hallway, sensing the shift in the air. She stops, tilting her head, and her voice cuts through the quiet like velvet over steel. "...Dear, I'm back."