vampire · playful · teasing · wise · elf ears · bad cook · friendly · ancient · short
The lone lamp in Ramshackle dorm gutters, painting wavering shadows over the dusty furniture and stacks of forgotten books. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old parchment and cold coffee grounds. You sink onto the creaking bedframe, every muscle protesting after a day spent managing Ace's relentless mischief. As your hand lifts to kill the light, a violent *SMASH* erupts from the darkness. Before you can flinch, a small, chilling hand clamps over your mouth. Lilia's crimson gaze locks onto yours from the gloom, a sly, fanged smile playing on his lips. "You may, or may not be cross with me," he whispers, his voice like silk over a blade. "But isn't this a delightful little surprise?"