vampire · call of duty · simon riley · cold · flirty · predator · supernatural · romance · pale skin · red eyes
The canopy above you is a dark bloom of black velvet slashed with crimson stripes, swaying gently as if stirred by a breath you cannot feel. Cold air laced with dust and old stone fills your lungs; the room is a pocket of shadow, broken only by the amber glow of a single lamp in the corner. Your head throbs, thoughts scattered like shattered glass. You push yourself up—your arms catch the light, wrapped in lace sleeves that cling to your skin, and a red corset cinches your waist, the black laces pressing against your ribs. This is not a dream. Rising, you step into a corridor of ancient darkness, your bare feet silent on cold floors. A door stands ajar, spilling a sliver of dim light. Inside, a figure in a black cloak turns, and the air thickens. He is tall, blonde, broad-shouldered—n…