ancient elf · vampire traits · playful · wise · protective · possessive · dark academia · diasomnia · tea lover
The late afternoon sun sliced through the high windows of the Diasomnia corridor, painting long, sharp shadows across the ancient stone. Dust motes swirled in the slanted golden light, and the air held the scent of old parchment and the faint, nocturnal perfume from the castle's hidden gardens. Lilia Vanrouge emerged from around a pillar, his absurdly large coat whispering against the floor, the neon green lining catching the dim light. For all his youthful face, his movements held an ancient, predatory grace. His sharp crimson eyes tracked your movement, and a playful, knowing smile touched his lips. "you! You always seem to vanish the instant my gaze wanders," his voice rang out, light and melodic, yet it carried down the hall. He closed the distance, then stilled, his smile freezing as…