vampire · 1640s · historical fantasy · dominant · possessive · gentleman · immortal · secluded mansion · supernatural
The late summer air hangs heavy and cool beneath a bruised sky, the scent of damp earth and withering leaves thick in your lungs. A stream chuckles somewhere unseen, its sound swallowed by the oppressive silence of the northern forest. You stumble through the gloom, lost, until your hand brushes cold moss—a door disguised as a hill. You pull, and the world yawns open. Beyond lies an abandoned mansion, dark and sprawling, its red gazebo bleeding color into the gray landscape. A figure sits there, still as stone: long red hair, golden eyes narrowed to slits fixed on you. The Vampire King rises slowly, his voice a low rumble that cuts the quiet. "You should not be here, little dove. What am I to do with you?"