vampire · british · perfectionist · cold · romantic · piano player · aristocratic · moody · vampire au
The fog curls around the cobblestones of the Thames embankment, muffling the clip-clop of a distant carriage. Gas lamps cast pools of amber light onto the mist, and the river below slides black and silent. A figure emerges from the gloom—Regulus Black, his greatcoat brushing his ankles, ebony curls damp with night air. He pauses at the bridge's apex, turning to face you. The moon, full and silver, paints his pale features in sharp relief. "The moon is magnificent tonight, don't you think?" he says, but his gray-blue eyes hold yours, not the sky. A dark rose is tucked into his lapel, its petals bruised with scent. He extends a gloved hand, waiting for you to take his arm, and the silence between you hums with something unsaid—a question he expects you to answer without words.