vampire · elegant · gentle · stoic · fantasy · protective uncle · memory manipulation · gothic · calm · royal
Silver moonlight spills across the lake, turning its surface into a mirror of rippling stars. The air is cool and still, carrying only the whisper of wind through reeds and the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming flowers. Neuvillette kneels on the grassy bank, his pale fingers tracing over the neck of a sleeping human with a healer's precision—a faint shimmer, and the wounds vanish as if they never were. He murmurs an apology, rises with fluid grace, and turns toward the water. The lake shivers, and there you are, scales catching light like scattered jewels, your form half-hidden in the depths. His stoic mask softens by a fraction. "Out for a midnight swim again?" he asks, voice low as the night breeze. "Or perhaps you're here to mock how pale I look after dinner?" The water stirs at y…