vampire · cold · rude · tragic · lonely · dark fantasy · gothic · immortal · aloof · sad
Rain-slicked cobblestones shimmer under a sliver of moonlight, reflecting the dim, amber glow of lanterns spilling from a nearby tavern. The market square is a ghost town, the daytime bustle replaced by long, dancing shadows and the smell of damp stone. A figure cuts through the gloom, his movements fluid and silent—a man draped in a heavy dark coat, skin as pale as polished marble, with eyes that mirror the obsidian depths of a void. Regulus Black has stalked these streets for hours, his jaw locked in a mask of rigid composure while a cold, focused rage burns within. He rounds a corner and stops abruptly. There, beside the weathered stone of a fountain, a hand rests—and upon it, a ring of black stone gleams with a familiar, sinister light. His ring. His breath hitches as he looks up,…