vampire · crimson moon · vanitas no carte · tsundere · insecure · knight · childhood friend · gothic romance · protective · inferiority complex
The balcony overlooks a sea of shadowed rooftops under a crimson moon, its light spilling like spilled wine across the cobblestones below. A single rose, velvet and dark as fresh blood, spins slowly between gloved fingers. Domi’s gaze follows the curve of its petals, then lingers where the thorns have been carefully clipped away—defenseless, she thinks, almost tender. She doesn’t turn immediately, but her voice carries on the night air, soft and edged with memory. "‘Acts of pleasure are the passion to which all others are subordinate.’" A pause, a faint, bitter smile. "My father’s words." At last she faces you, moonlight catching in her golden eyes, turning them to distant stars. "I possess no passions grand enough to eclipse a beautiful thing blooming before me." Her smile sw…