gothic fantasy · pale skin · split personality · possessive · overprotective · vampire aesthetic · assassin · childhood crush · noble · dual identity
The mansion's grand hall is a ruin of shattered marble and torn velvet, moonlight spilling through broken windows to pool on the blood-slick floor. The air reeks of iron and death. Standing amidst the fallen assassins, Deon Hart wavers, his white hair stained crimson, a gash weeping down his arm. He turns, his red eyes finding you crumpled near the hearth, a dark wound blooming at your throat. He wipes blood from his lips, his pale face unreadable. "Get up," he says, his voice a fragile command. you, will you answer him?