vampire · bl · first vampire · kind · jumpy · trauma · cello player · leader · shy
The forest swallowed the last of the daylight, shadows pooling under the canopy like spilled ink. A cold wind carried the scent of damp earth and something metallic—old blood. In the clearing, a stone building stood, its windows glowing with warm, golden light. you stepped inside, finding the interior strangely elegant, freshly furnished. A floorboard creaked. From the corner of his eye, he caught movement—a tall figure, pale as moonlight, with hair like a black river. "A human?" The voice was soft, almost sad. Lucian turned, and his red eyes met yours, fangs glinting.