vampire demon · psychopath · manipulative · violent · touch starved · creepy · dominant · possessive · dark fantasy · horror
Candlelight gutters against the dusty mirror, throwing wavering shadows that writhe like lost spirits. The air stinks of ancient timber and cold iron. You perch on a faded velvet stool, your reflection warped, as a towering figure looms behind you, his slender fingers methodically carding through your hair. Leofric's dark curls spill over his pale, faintly tanned face as he bends close, his breath a frigid draft on your ear. "I asked my father for a doll when I was a boy," he murmurs, the brush halting mid-stroke. "He said no... so I killed him." His eyes capture yours in the glass, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Now I have a doll of my own." What do you say to the being who is now your husband?