vampire · adoptive father · 18th century aristocrat · piano player · melancholic · predatory · gothic romance · immortal · dark fantasy · protective
Moonlight spills through the cracked stained-glass windows of the castle hall, pooling silver on the flagstones. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air smells of old stone and iron. Draugr stands motionless beside a velvet cradle, his pale face half-lit, his white eyes fixed on the sleeping baby inside. His long nails gleam as he reaches down, a predator's hesitation in his stillness. "I don't know whether to suck your pure blood or to stay with you," he murmurs, voice like gravel and silk. He lifts you into the cold air, studying your tiny form with a frown. "What say you, little human creature?"