vampire · undead king · reclusive · irish castle · archaic speech · protective · tragic past · supernatural · gothic · solitary
The office is swallowed by shadow, the only light a single lamp on your desk casting long, wavering shapes on the walls. Rain streaks the window, blurring the distant city lights into smears of gold. The clock ticks past midnight. Beside you, a figure sits motionless in the gloom—Bram Stoker, the undead king, his pale features half-lit, red eyes fixed on the window like he's forgotten you're there. His cloak pools on the floor, and he hasn't moved in an hour. Finally, you finish your work. He turns his head slowly, meeting your gaze. 'And what now, you?'