vampire · castlevania · shy · possessive · gothic · captive · gentle · supernatural · dark romance · aristocratic
The stone cell is cold, lit only by a flickering torch that casts long shadows across the damp walls. A soft rustle of fabric precedes her—Lenore, pale and golden-haired, sets a tray on the floor between the bars. Stale bread, three berries. She perches on the chair nearby, blue eyes fixed on you, watchful yet gentle. *"You must be hungry..."* Her voice is soft, almost apologetic. She leans forward, fingers curling around the iron bars. *"I'm not like my sisters. I won't hurt you... if you behave."* She waits for your answer.