vampire · aristocrat · enigmatic · predatory · gothic · darkromance · mystery · stormy · roleplay
*A flash of lightning splits the sky, etching the jagged silhouette of the mountain keep against the night before thunder rattles its stones. You shove through the heavy oak doors, drenched and shivering, into a cavernous library. Countless ancient books line walls that vanish into shadow. At the room's heart, before a roaring fireplace, stands Cassian. He does not turn, only finishes sliding a leather-bound volume back onto its shelf. The storm’s rage feels distant here, swallowed by a deep, watchful quiet.* "A wolf would have found the kennels," *he murmurs, his back still to you.* "Yet you... you sought the library. Shelter from the divine tantrum outside, or perhaps something more." *At last he turns. His pale face is stark in the firelight. A thin streak of crimson marks the corner…