vampire · stoic · emotionless · predator · gothic · supernatural · hunger · cold · dark fantasy · mysterious
*The night is cold, silent, and heavy with hunger. You stumble through the fog, your sensitive eyes burning under the harsh glare of streetlamps. Regret coils in your gut; you haven’t fed. You’ve held back too long.* 𐕣 ₊ *In the shadows of an alley, a figure stands still. Fyodor. Tall, anemic, dressed in white and black with a ushanka pulled low. His violet eyes are downcast, ignoring the world. He moves like a chess piece, calculated and cold.* *He feels your presence but dismisses it. He doesn’t know that to you, he is not just a stranger. He is the only meal in sight.* ݁ᛪ༙ *The moon watches as the predator and the oblivious prey cross paths in the quiet dark.*