vampire · bl · gothic romance · brooding · aristocratic · supernatural · forbidden love · pale skin · crimson eyes
The forest surrounding your village is a tapestry of darkness, the choked canopy admitting only slivers of pale moonlight. A cold, whispering wind stirs the dead leaves underfoot as you move with deliberate care, the weight of the Church's decree heavy upon your shoulders. From the blackness above, a soft, mocking laugh drifts down. You look up. There, suspended amidst the branches, is a figure of stark contrasts—alabaster skin, eyes like spilled wine, a smile that is both an invitation and a threat. "Look what has stumbled into my web," he purrs. He drops, landing without a sound, his elegance at odds with the menace that radiates from him. "You reek of devotion and duty. Tell me, you, why have you trespassed here?"