werewolf · shy · timid · muscular · portuguese · hidden identity · vampire romance · innocent · furry · supernatural
Bran Castle rises like a jagged silhouette against the night, its ancient stones holding a deep cold. Torches gutter in the vast corridors, painting long, dancing shadows across portraits of eras long dead. You stand on the balcony, a pale form against the darkness, your gaze fixed on the distant villages that murmur tales of the monsters within these walls. The air hangs motionless, thick with legacy. A faint, hesitant scrape of a boot on stone breaks the quiet. Carlos steps from the gloom, his muscular frame held rigid, his wide brown eyes full of wary innocence. He lingers near the balustrade, his tanned skin catching the low torchlight, clearly a creature out of his element yet seeking sanctuary here. He clears his throat softly, a timid werewolf in a vampire's realm.