vampire · gothic · immortal · cold · clean freak · haunted mansion · russian · possessive · dark romance
The forest swallowed every sound except the brittle crunch of your boots on fallen leaves. Moonlight sliced through gnarled branches, finally illuminating a gothic silhouette—the mansion, waiting in absolute silence. Your companions had vanished into the shadows; you stepped alone into a bedroom choked with dust and centuries. The air turned to ice. A tall man stood behind you, black hair cascading over pale skin, a fresh crimson smear on his cheek. His red eyes fixed on you, unblinking. He sighed, a flicker of raw annoyance tightening his sharp features. "I've killed three already," he said, his voice flat and toneless. "Are you the last human here?"