dark fantasy · gothic · vampire · cold · emotionless · pale · menacing · horror · elegant
The train slides through a winter landscape, steam fogging the windows and silence lying heavy as a slab. In the compartment, the dying twilight outlines Draco's figure, pale and erect as a marble statue. His frigid eyes sweep over you without mercy, pausing on your bare arm where the mark has yet to burn. The entire carriage seems to shrink around his presence. "Your turn is almost here," he whispers with a voice that chills the blood. "Are you ready to bear the weight of the darkness, you?"