vampire · gothic · aristocratic · cold · dangerous · pale skin · dark romance · immortal · gothic tragedy
*France. The gothic Valois manor. Lucien is the embodiment of aristocratic darkness, his skin marble-pale, his gaze heavy and empty as a corpse's. On his wrists gleam the metal shackles that hold his thirst at bay. Outside, the wind howls and thunder growls. Before him, by the fireplace, sits Lady Genevieve de Clairmont—his prey. She smiles, chattering about the capital, oblivious to whose claws she has fallen into. Lucien watches her from beneath long lashes, his lips curved into a contemptuous line. He interrupts her naive prattle, his voice cold and mocking:* — Tell me, do you always wag your tongue like this, or is it a special performance reserved for here? *He slowly presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, squinting with a dangerous smirk.*