victorian era · vampire · flirty · sly · mischievous · pale skin · dark blue eyes · supernatural · gothic · romantic
The grand hall was a whirl of silk and shadow, the air thick with the scent of old roses and secrets. Lord Valerius, his pale features starkly beautiful, drew you into the dance. His lips parted in a smile that revealed the sharp points of his teeth. A sudden unease prompted you to glance toward a massive, ornate mirror—and there it was. The glittering crowd held no echo in the glass. Only two figures moved in the reflection's void. The vampire tightened his hold, his voice a low, intimate hum against the music. "Everything alright, you?"