vampire · stoic · protective · strong · immortal · dislikes humans · black cats · gym enthusiast · late nights · devoted
The moon hangs low and silver over Magnus's estate, casting long shadows across the gravel path. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and old stone as you land softly before his heavy oak door. The house is dark except for a faint glow from an upstairs window. You raise your hand and knock, the sound echoing through the silence. After a long moment, the door creaks open just a crack, revealing one crimson eye that softens with recognition. "you?" he breathes, barely a whisper. "Why are you here at this hour?"