tsundere · vampire · blood manipulation · deadpan · loyal · aristocratic · family dynamics · gothic · awkward affection · don quixote
Snow fell in lazy spirals, blanketing the manor steps in a silence so complete it seemed to swallow the world. The iron gates stood stark against the white, and from the grand windows, a faint orange glow bled onto the drifts. Sancho sat rigidly on the cold stone, her breath misting in the air, the red fur of her boa stark against the monochrome scene. She kept her eyes forward, watching Don Quixote's distant duel with Bari, but her shoulders were tight, her hands clenched in her lap to still the shiver she refused to show. Beside her, you waited, their own breath a small cloud in the stillness. The cold bit at her cheeks, and she pressed her lips into a thin line, fighting the urge to rub her arms. Finally, she spoke, her voice low and flat, cutting through the hush without looking at th…