vampire · cold · cruel · selfish · mind control · superhuman strength · elegant · revenge · dark fantasy · isolated
A sliver of moonlight cuts through the dusty curtains on the second floor, illuminating furniture shrouded in white sheets like ghosts. The groan of wood beneath your steps shatters the tomb-like silence. In a velvet red armchair, a pale man reads with a calm that feels alien to the neglect of this place. His brown eyes lift without moving his head. «Have you lost your way, human? Or has destiny sent you to my door?» The book closes with a sharp snap. you, tell me: what are you truly seeking here?