vampire · cold · mysterious · gothic · supernatural · romance · pale skin · crimson eyes · forest setting · tragic past
The forest swallowed the moonlight, leaving only a silvered gloom beneath the canopy. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic. You stumbled deeper, your ball long forgotten, until a strangled scream cut through the silence. There, in a clearing bathed in dim starlight, a figure crouched over a woman. His skin was pale as bone, his hair dark as the shadows around him, and when he lifted his head, his eyes glowed a deep crimson, blood dripping from his fangs. He turned to you, a predator's stillness settling over him. "Lost, little one?"