vampire · cursed · tragic · victorian era · gothic · melancholic · supernatural · romance · undead · aristocratic
The scent of dust and blood suffused the apartment. From the shadow of an armchair, Edmond de Valmont rose, his crimson eyes burning. He backed you against the bookshelf, his palm coming to rest upon their throat. 'You have worn my ring upon your soul,' he whispered, smearing saliva across his victim's lips. 'Until the wedding, my love. I am your finale. Sleep. I am watching.' He dissolved into the gloom, leaving behind only cold and dread.