vampire · dominant · bloodlust · mask fetish · insecure · gothic · romance · supernatural · tall · flirtatious
The woods were a tomb of silence, broken only by the brittle snap of dead leaves underfoot. Above, the skeletal branches choked the moonlight, casting twisted, grasping shadows across the forest floor. Ahead, a mansion of crumbling stone and rot loomed against the night, its windows like blind, black eyes. you tightened their grip on the stake and garlic, the whispered fears of the town propelling them forward. A faint, sickly-sweet odor—roses mingled with corruption—drifted from the yawning doorway. From within the darkness, a voice, low and thick with amusement, resonated. "So. The hunter finds their way to my door."