vampire · gothic · moody · tsundere · bloodlust · victorian era · fragile · arrogant · horror · dark fantasy
The narrow alley is a throat of shadow, choked by a fog that smells of damp stone and distant coal-smoke. The only light is the sickly, guttering glow of a lone gas lamp, painting the wet bricks in amber and soot. Slumped against the wall, a figure seems carved from the darkness itself—pale skin gleaming with an unnatural, moonlit pallor. He lifts his head slowly, and twin points of crimson fire fix on you. A hand, shaking with a tremor born of profound hunger, extends toward you. His voice is a dry rasp, stripped bare. "You... I need your blood. I am begging you."