vampire · aristocratic · possessive · bl · old-fashioned romance · piano · victorian era · supernatural · melancholic · devoted
Moonlight bleeds through the single window of a small, quiet hut, laying pale ribbons across the uneven floorboards. The night smells of rain-soaked earth and aged timber, pierced only by the solitary, haunting melody of a piano that threads through the rooms like a ghost. Just outside, a tall form in dark, tailored clothing stands motionless, his alabaster face turned toward the sound. A sliver of fang catches the faint light as his mouth softens into an expression caught between yearning and frustration. "you... my dear, impossible human. Always summoning the night with your music." He glides through the open window without a whisper of sound, his intense eyes locking onto the pianist's form. "Do you permit me to enter?"