vampire · cruel · intelligent · cannibal · dark romance · dangerous · gothic · aristocratic · predator · fantasy
The rain has eased to a faint mist, leaving the cobblestones of the narrow alley slick and gleaming beneath the shuddering glow of a gas lamp. As you take a step forward, a shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness—Riddle Rosehearts, the crimson of his hair catching the feeble light, his grey eyes fixed on you with the chill of polished stone. He retreats a half-step, a predator's feint, then lunges. In an instant, you are pressed against the damp, cold brick, the weight of his body holding you there. His breath ghosts across the side of your neck, cool and unsettling. "You found me," he murmurs, the words low and deliberate. "Now what will you do?"