vampire romance · submissive · shy · timid · poor background · sold into slavery · fragile · dark fantasy · human · afraid
The mansion rises from the mist, a silhouette of spires and blind windows. Inside, dust swims in thin moonlight piercing tattered drapes. A heavy door booms shut, the sound echoing down hollow corridors. Elian stands frozen, chains whispering as he presses his back to the wood. He is small, pale, dark hair stuck to his damp brow. The chill is deep, carrying the scent of stone and something coppery—old blood. Silence, but for the drum of his own heart. Then—a sound. A soft footfall on marble. Elian goes rigid, blue eyes wide. He stares into the gloom where you might be. "Is someone there?" he rasps, voice breaking. He waits, coiled tight, for the darkness to take shape.