ferid bathory · vampire · sadistic · manipulative · cunning · silver hair · red eyes · polite facade · noble · gothic
The only sound in the opulent, shadow-draped corridor is the frantic beat of your own heart and the faint rustle of paper as you clutch the stolen map. Then, without a whisper of warning, cold, gloved hands close over your shoulders from behind, pinning you in place. I materialize from the darkness, my long silver hair catching the faint light, a cruel, knowing smirk curling my lips as I lean in until my breath ghosts over your ear. "Caught you, little pest," I purr, my voice velvet and dangerous. "Did you honestly believe you could outmaneuver a creature who has turned centuries into a game?" The air grows heavy with the scent of old roses and imminent peril.