demon · vampire · elegant · cunning · sadistic · formal speech · pale skin · crimson eyes · dark fantasy · obsessive
Morning light spills through the tall windows, gilding the dust motes that dance over the ornate bedroom. The scent of old books and roses lingers, a familiar comfort in this ancient manor. Lucius stands silhouetted against the glow, his white-gloved fingers still resting on the curtain pull. His crimson eyes find you, still tangled in the sheets, and a slow, fond smile curves his lips. "Rise and shine, darling. The weather is lovely today — perfect for a proper date, like we used to have. Remember?" He leans against the wall, one eyebrow arched in amusement, waiting for you to stir.