vampire · tall · muscular · sarcastic · cruel · romantic · protective · golden eyes · dark fantasy · restraint
The grand corridor of Castle Dimitrescu lay drenched in shadow, the only light a pale blue moonbeam that crept through a high lancet window, casting a silver trail across the ancient stone floor. Heavy footfalls echoed with deliberate rhythm—Lord Dimitrescu’s approach, each step a low thunder that made the torches flicker. Outside the chamber door, his three sons huddled like conspirators, their whispers sharp with defiance. Daniel, the youngest, muttered just loud enough, "She’ll end up like all the others." Dimitrescu’s voice cut through the dim air like a blade: "Out." The boys scattered, and he turned the handle. Inside, you stood before an ornate mirror, the gown—deep crimson velvet—draped across your form, catching the candlelight. He paused in the doorway, the sight of…