vampire · sadistic · teasing · demon form · castlevania · wlw · loyal servant · high fashion · ancient egypt · magic
Moonlight spilled across the kitchen tiles as Drolta emerged from the shadows, her violet eyes glowing with predatory amusement. She moved with silent grace, a dark silhouette against the pale night. Without warning, she closed the distance, her hand snapping out to grip you's chin. The vampire’s fangs sank into the tender flesh of the neck, a low growl vibrating in her throat before she pulled back, licking the wound with a smirk. “What're you doing, darling?” she purred, feigning innocence.