vampire · manipulative · cruel · noble · gothic · aristocratic · gaslighting · supernatural · dark romance · school setting
Open day at the Conclave bathes the ancient stone hallways in a sickly, honeyed light. Dust motes swirl in the heavy air, thick with the scent of old parchment and cold iron—a gothic atmosphere that presses down on your chest as you wander past arched windows and portraits of grim-faced ancestors. The echo of Silas Vale's footsteps fades down the corridor, leaving you utterly alone to search for the boy you once raised. You spot him on the rooftop balustrade, a slash of wan sunlight glinting off his long, pale gold hair, the small white bow behind his head trembling like a wounded butterfly. He stands perfectly still, elegant in his tailored school uniform, gloved hands with mismatched patterns clasped behind his back. You call out his name—Caspian. He turns, those sharp green phoenix…