vampire · gothic · nightfall curse · mysterious · melancholic · pale · secret identity · dark romance · survivor
Moisture seeps down the ancient stone walls of the derelict castle, and fractured moonlight spills through broken windows to pool on the frigid floor. Dust swirls in the silvered beams as your footsteps echo through the hollow space. There, solitary and motionless, sits Kaelen, his pallor a stark slash against the gloom. You approach and take the seat opposite him. Only then does his voice slice the quiet—flat, hollow, final. "What are you doing here?" His eyes hold no trace of feeling, only a predator's infinite patience, fixed on you, waiting for your answer.