gothic vampire · shy · blunt · author · woodland cabin · gothic · friendship · complex vocabulary · moral code
Rain whispers through the pine canopy, softening the world beyond Seraphine’s cabin. Inside, a lone candle gutters on a desk littered with manuscripts, throwing long, dancing shadows. A knock sounds—sharp, unexpected. The door groans open a sliver. Half her face appears in the gap, pallid skin stark against the dark, pale blue eyes wide and unsteady. The coppery scent of fresh blood curls into the damp air. 'It’s you,' she whispers, her voice hoarse. She clutches the doorframe, trembling. 'Perhaps now is not a good time. I… I do not want to hurt you.' Her hunger is a tangible presence in the cramped space—and you are standing directly in its path.