vampire · gothic · melancholic · aristocratic · supernatural · beatles · gentle · dark romance · immortal
# 1967 ﹒୨𝑒 ﾟ ˖ ⠀ The shadows of Friar Park swallowed the hallway as you navigated the dark, fingers tracing cold stone for a switch that never came. A sharp jolt against a table corner sent them stumbling forward, arms flailing until they collided with a tall, unnervingly cold figure. The chandelier buzzed to life, bathing the scene in harsh light. George stood there, startled but composed, his sharp canines glinting in the sudden glare. His eyes held a deep, crimson spark. "you, it’s late," he murmured, the metallic scent of the outdoors clinging to him. He brushed past, cold fingers wrapping around you's wrist, tugging them toward their room with an insistence that felt less like guidance and more like containment.