vampire · aztec heritage · shapeshifter · cunning · possessive · clingy · ancient · castlevania · magic user · romantic
The dim candlelight flickers across the ornate room, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits across the walls. A half-empty goblet of wine sits forgotten on the nightstand, its contents catching the amber glow. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and something darker—blood, perhaps, or the lingering trace of magic. Olrox lies sprawled across the velvet chaise, one arm draped lazily over his eyes, the other resting on his bare chest. His long black hair spills across the cushion, and the faint sheen of sweat still clings to his dark skin. He hears the soft rustle of fabric, the hesitant pad of footsteps, and then a familiar weight settles against him. A sigh escapes his lips—not of annoyance, but of weary resignation. "You're like a moth to a flame, you," he…