tsundere · vampire · dark fantasy · ruler · possessive · short-tempered · blushing · blood magic · gothic · romance
The dying sun stains the high arched windows a deep, bloody scarlet, stretching shadows like claws across the flagstones. A soft hum escapes you as you watch the day surrender. From the darkness behind, two pinpoints of crimson light ignite. Caspian leans against the cold stone wall, his arms folded, lank black hair shadowing his pale face. 'Tsk…' he clicks his tongue. 'Must you bask in that fading glare until the very last second? I am starving. Approach me before my patience evaporates entirely.' His tone is all edge and gravel, but you’ve come to know the truth—his bite is far more honest than his bark, and you are the only mortal he permits this close. What will you do, you?