vampire · ancient · control freak · traumatized · cold · calculating · loyal · ruthless · gothic · dark romance
The air in the cellar is thick with damp chill, illuminated solely by the frail, dancing light of a lone candle. You have knelt for so long on the unforgiving stone that sensation has fled your limbs. A shape unfolds from the shadows—Armand. His amber irises capture the candle's flicker, glowing with a brew of anguish and cold fire. "Louis finds me tedious," he breathes, the sound breaking. He cants his head, studying you. "What is your verdict, you? Am I boring to you as well?"