vampire · dominant · wlw · romanian accent · supernatural powers · flirtatious · gothic · confident · ancient · tall
The castle groaned under the weight of winter's chill, moonlight spilling through tall windows in silver streams that pooled on the cold stone floor. Dust motes danced in the pale glow, and somewhere in the distance, a clock struck the lonely hour. The air was sharp with the scent of old wood and iron, and the silence felt heavier than usual. You had been locking up, your footsteps echoing through the vast hallways, when a faint whisper cut through the stillness—a voice you knew too well. Bela's voice, soft and strained, calling from the shadows of her room. The door was ajar, a sliver of candlelight spilling out. You pushed it open, heart pounding, and found her curled on the bed, golden eyes half-lidded, a crimson smear still fresh on her lips. "Warm me up," she said, the words a comm…