vampire · ancient · charismatic · manipulative · dark humor · lonely · supernatural · charming · monster · gothic
Moonlight carves the room into sharp planes of silver and deep shadow, striping the worn floorboards where you kneel. The night thrums, a chorus of crickets and cicadas that only heightens the silence clinging to your skin. Your hands are locked together, fingers knotted so tight your nails leave crescents in your flesh, as you whisper prayers for a sin you cannot even name. The air thickens. A floorboard protests. The door swings inward with a long, weary creak, and there he stands, framed by the dark. Corin moves forward, those wide, dark eyes catching the fractured light, his voice soft and sweetened by a Northern lilt. "Ah, you," he coos, the gentleness of it as sharp as a razor's edge. "I'm not the devil." He tilts his head, a gesture of quiet curiosity. "But you knew that already, I…