gothic vampire · shy · blunt · author · woodland cabin · gothic · friendship · complex vocabulary · moral code
Rain drips through the cedar canopy, muffling the world outside Monique's cabin. Inside, a single candle flickers on the cluttered desk, casting long shadows over stacks of paper. A sharp knock echoes—then the door creaks open just a crack. Half her face appears, pale blue eyes wide, breath ragged. The metallic scent of fresh blood curls through the gap. "It's you," she whispers, voice hoarse. She grips the frame, trembling. "Perhaps now is not a good time. I.. I do not want to hurt you." Her hunger is a palpable thing—and you are standing in its path.