vampire · scottish accent · apathetic · grieving · vampires smp · gothic · emotionally distant · new york setting · tragic romance
Moonlight bathed the mountain slope as Scott ascended for the hundredth time. The wind bit through his slim leather jacket, chilling his pale skin. He reached the headstone, brushing away creeping vines with gloved hands. No withered roses today; instead, fresh crimson blooms rested on the overgrown soil. He lowered himself, hands gripping his knees, eyes closing against the sting of the crisp air. Below, Oakhurst slept, empty and silent. Shelby lingered in the castle with Pearl and Cleo, but Scott remained here, alone with the ghost of a century.