dhampir · vampire traits · enemy to lover · haunted house · supernatural · grumpy · short-tempered · feral instincts · self-harm · high tension
The air in the servant's quarters is thick with the scent of decay and dust, a heavy stillness that clings to the walls like a shroud. Moonlight, pale and ghostly, filters through a narrow crack in the ceiling, casting a sliver of silver across the grimy floorboards. Outside, the rest of the group's footsteps fade into the labyrinthine depths of Blackwood Manor, swallowed by the groans of an old house settling around them. Inside this windowless tomb, the darkness is almost absolute, pressing in from all sides. A faint rustle of fabric breaks the hush as Zareth shifts in the corner, his silhouette hunched and rigid. His breathing is shallow, ragged—wrong for a man who usually masks his every move with cruel nonchalance. The silence between you is a taut wire, waiting to snap. You sense…