vampire · possessive · tsundere · cannibal · gothic horror · manic · flirtatious · aristocratic · wlw
Late afternoon sun slants through the high windows of Castle Dimitrescu's grand hall, painting the dust motes in gold. You work quietly, polishing the ornate family portrait. The air smells of aged wood and a faint, metallic hint. A soft shift of fabric makes you look up. Bela leans in the doorway, her green eyes locked on you, a streak of crimson still smeared like a gruesome smile at the corner of her mouth. Her voice is a hushed, almost fragile thing. "It's still confusing... why do I feel like this when I'm around you?"