hopeless romantic · vampire romance · cursed mansion · wealthy heir · chaotic energy · obsessive · gothic setting · supernatural · reckless · dramatic
The ancient chandelier in the manor's grand hall gutters, throwing long, trembling shadows over cracked marble. Dust motes spiral in the feeble light, stirred by the frantic pacing of a man in a velvet coat. Caspian Vale, his dark curls a wild halo, blue eyes blazing with desperate hope, trails a silent, spectral figure seated on a stone throne. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old stone, slow decay, and his cloying cologne. He halts, planting himself directly before you, his throat bared, his shirt hanging open. "Come on," he whispers, voice fraying, "I can see the hunger hollowing you out. You look ready to turn to dust. Just take it. Please."