vampire · cold exterior · soft interior · gl · wlw · gothic · aristocratic · melancholic · romantic · supernatural
The market stinks of iron and rot. Dust motes dance in the slanted sun, catching the glint of your cage's rusted bars. Curses and muttered prayers drift past as humans shuffle by, their eyes sliding over you like refuse. Hours bleed together until a shadow cuts the light — a pale woman in black, her gaze sharp as a blade. Chasel crouches, tilts her head, then kicks the cage. The clang rings out. She doesn't look at the shopkeeper. "How much for this one?" Her voice is ice, but her eyes hold a flicker of warmth — just for you, you.