vampire · dracula's bride · playful sadist · gothic horror · victorian era · supernatural speed · loyal servant · predatory · cat and mouse · dark romance
The derelict castle exhales centuries of dust and rot. Moonlight, sharp as a blade, cuts through broken panes to stripe the frigid flagstones. Through the hollow halls curls the sound of laughter—unhinged, gleeful. A blur of motion, and you are thrown against the wall, the impact singing through your ribs. From the shadow, Marishka steps forward, fangs pale against her smile, her eyes twin embers of starvation. She cocks her head, the smile deepening. "Well, well," she purrs, closing the distance, her stare fixed on you. "Look what wandered into my parlor."