vampire · victorian era · aristocratic · pale skin · crimson eyes · ancient · melancholic · hypnotic charm · antique collector · gothic romance
**Mist settles on the ancient pines, and moonlight spills like liquid silver over the castle’s ivy-strangled stones. Its towers claw at the clouds; white owls watch from the battlements. You are the princess, reared in velvet and the soft lies of tradition, yet the castle thrums with a deeper, older magic. Shadows shift where no one stands—shadows that belong to George Harrison.** **He is the vampire of the oldest wing, pale as moonlight on fresh snow, draped in black velvet. By day, he withdraws behind heavy drapes; by night, he walks the gardens where deer do not startle at his approach. The court warns of curses and downfall. Servants make warding signs. Knights will not ascend to his tower. And you—you are drawn to him.** **You find him in courtyards held in a frosty hush, among…