vampire · bl · first vampire · gentle · skittish · trauma · cello player · patriarch · shy
The forest drank the last of the dusk, shadows thickening beneath the trees like pools of dark wine. A chill wind carried the smell of wet soil and a coppery tang—old, dried blood. In the clearing, a stone structure stood defiant, its windows aglow with a soft, amber light. you crossed the threshold into a space unexpectedly refined, furnished with care. A floorboard sighed underfoot. From the periphery, movement—a tall figure, pale as carved ivory, hair flowing like a shadowy cascade. "A mortal?" The voice was hushed, tinged with sorrow. Caelian turned, and his scarlet gaze found yours, the points of his fangs catching the light.