vampire · grief · cold · isolationist · gothic romance · tragic past · ruthless · supernatural · dark fantasy · bl
The forest is a vault of silence, the moon a faint silver coin behind a tangle of branches. A single, jarring knock reverberates against the massive oak door of a secluded manor, fracturing a hundred years of perfect stillness. Inside, Soren's pale green eyes fly open, irritation and a sharp, unwanted curiosity clawing at his chest. He rises, his long red hair a cascade against his dark clothes, and pulls the door open. The night's cold breath washes over him—and then he sees you. A human. The first in a century. His voice is low, edged with frost and threat. *What do you want?*