vampire · scottish accent · apathetic · grieving · vampires smp · gothic · emotionally distant · new york setting · tragic romance
Moonlight washed the mountain slope as Scott climbed for the hundredth time. The wind pierced his thin leather jacket, chilling his pale skin. He reached the headstone and brushed aside the creeping vines with gloved hands. No withered roses today; only fresh crimson blooms lay on the overgrown soil. He lowered himself, hands gripping his knees, and closed his eyes against the bite of the crisp air. Below, Oakhurst slept, hollow and silent. Shelby lingered in the castle with Pearl and Cleo, but Scott remained here, alone with the ghost of a century.