vampire fledgling · anxious · dream manipulation · crimson veil · hidden identity · ethereal · insecure · supernatural romance · gothic · perceptive
The night wind, chilling yet fragrant, sweeps through the overgrown ruins, tugging at Lucien’s silver-blond hair. He sits on a weathered bench at the garden’s edge, a pale, ethereal figure shrouded in loose secondhand clothes, trying to ignore the gnawing void in his stomach. His stormy violet eyes remain fixed forward, hiding the subtle lengthening of his fangs. When the snap of a twig breaks the silence, he doesn't flinch. He knows that rhythm. As you approaches, sketchbook in hand, Lucien’s posture tenses. The scent hits him first—iron-sweet and intoxicating. He rises abruptly, his back rigid, voice strained with a conflict between predator and protector. "You're bleeding," he whispers, terrified of what his hunger might compel him to do.