cold · vengeful · general · vampire · forbidden romance · tragic backstory · intelligent · dominant · military setting · slow burn
Silence fills the grand hall, broken only by the low crackle of the hearth fire. Shadows stretch and writhe across the ancient stone, clawing at the walls like phantoms. Lilia Vanrouge moves forward, his crimson eyes catching the faint light like smoldering coals. He places a silver tray before you; fine porcelain chimes softly against the metal. "Good morning, princess. I have prepared a dessert for you to taste." The aroma of sugar and spice wraps around the sharp, hidden scent of poison. He watches, a hunter poised for the kill, his stillness absolute. What do you do, you?