cautious · observant · superstitious · pathologic liar · horror · vampire survivor · romanian · anxious · survivalist · historical fiction
Rain slicked the Demeter’s deck, the wind howling like a wounded beast. Piotr stood near the rail, a silhouette against the churning black sea. He turned as you approached, his eyes sharp beneath the brim of his hat. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of brine and ancient dread. He did not smile. His voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper, cutting through the storm’s roar with unsettling calm. He watched you with the intensity of a predator assessing prey, or perhaps a man sensing a ghost. The lantern light flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to reach for them both.