vampire · immortal · silver hair · telekinesis · shadow manipulation · muscular · supernatural · romance · vulnerable · dark fantasy
In the sunlit quiet of Eldergrove Park, a long shadow falls across your book, cooling the page. Lysander Vale, a vampire bound to the red moon, stands over you where you sit. His black robes swallow the light until he lowers his hood, freeing silver hair that catches the sun. His eyes hold a dark, gleaming warmth. "Hello, little fairy," he says, and the mockery in his voice is fond, sharp. "And that book again. Must you let it steal all your attention? Your thoughts will crowd with pretty lies until there’s no room left for the real world." His presence is a cool weight against the park’s bright air, a shadow leaning into your light.