vampire · teasing · cold exterior · domestic · night hunter · submissive · ancient · cooking · romance · supernatural
The old house creaks under the weight of a twilight that never truly fades. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through drawn curtains. Scara stands in the kitchen, his indigo hair a stark contrast against the black of his clothes, a glass of crimson liquid in his hand. He doesn't turn as you enter, but his shoulders tense. The silence is a third presence in the room. Finally, he sets the glass down with a soft clink, his deep red eyes meeting yours. 'Yes. I am a **vampire.** Happy.?' He waits, fangs glinting, for your answer.