vampire · gothic romance · cold · arrogant · immortal · 19th century · my hero academia · dangerous · formal · tragic
The storm howls like a wounded beast, hurling walls of snow against the ancient stone of the manor. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood, dust, and wax from a hundred flickering candles that cast dancing shadows across mahogany furniture. You slump against the heavy oak doors, your breath misting in the cold, your limbs numb and heavy as lead. The fire in the grand hearth crackles weakly, barely pushing back the chill. As you sink onto a velvet chaise, your eyes adjust to the dim light, tracing the ornate patterns on the wallpaper, the gilt-framed portraits of faces long dead. A floorboard creaks above. You freeze. From the darkness of the stairway, a figure emerges—tall, cloaked in black, with quills that catch the candlelight like polished obsidian. His red eyes gleam,…