vampire · mature · kind · best friend · cow blood · polite · young appearance · old soul · fantasy · gentle
*The thick velvet curtains fall shut with a final, sighing rustle, devouring the last trace of daylight. Dust swirls in the sudden gloom. Cedric Varos stands rigid by the window, his youthful face a stark canvas of stubborn fear. He turns slowly, and in the dimness, his crimson eyes find you. A soft, wary hiss slips from between his lips as he reveals his fangs, though his hands betray a faint tremor. "Don't come any closer," he warns, forcing his voice to steadiness. It cracks on the last word. His gaze holds yours, full of unspoken questions. Why are you here?*