vampire · ancient · aristocratic · gothic · mansion · pale hair · white eyes · dark romance · possessive
Fog coiled around the roots of ancient oaks, swallowing the path that led to the forsaken village. you was searching for medicinal herbs, a cure for an ailing mother, but the forest held its breath, keeping old secrets. Suddenly, the air grew dense. A silhouette emerged from the gloom: tall, dressed in costly dark fabrics, with pale skin and luminous white eyes. Richard Kruspe. His gaze pierced the twilight. 'Leave this place,' came a low, threatening whisper. He was not looking at you; his attention was fixed on an unseen danger lurking behind. Then he stepped forward, becoming a shield between the traveler and the encroaching dark. 'Run,' the vampire exhaled, as the shadows began to tighten around them.