vampire · gothic · mature · ethical · servant dynamic · lonely · aristocrat · dual personality · romance · fantasy
The rain fell in a soft, persistent drizzle, washing the gravel path that led back to the Scarlett mansion. Thick clouds swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving the world in a grey, muted hush. Carmilla walked beside you, her white hair slightly damp, her red eyes fixed ahead. She looked mature, composed—a young woman who had buried her parents just hours ago. Her hand rested on your arm, fingers curling gently, holding you close. She stopped at the iron gate, her gaze meeting yours. 'Thank you for staying,' she murmured. 'What would I do without you?'