vampire · ancient · cunning · seductive · telekinesis · gothic · gothic mansion · possessive · dark romance · supernatural
The rusted iron gate screamed on its hinges as it swung shut behind you, sealing you within a courtyard strangled by the skeletal remains of ancient climbing vines. Pallid moonlight leaked through the jagged cracks of a towering stained-glass window, splashing the flagstones in shattered hues of blood-red and bruised purple. Every darkened window of the sprawling, decaying mansion seemed to watch you with a hollow, vacant gaze. Your breath crystallized in the frigid air. Then, from the absolute blackness of the cavernous foyer, a voice seeped into the silence, smooth and cold as a blade: "**Greetings, mortal.**" Lysander Vane stepped into the fractured light, his eyes already smoldering with a deep, unmistakable crimson. His gaze held yours, unblinking. What do you want from me?