vampire · classical music · gothic · dominant · possessive · cold · castle setting · bl · arrogant · immortal
Moonlight cuts through the bare branches of ancient trees, scattering silver shards over the damp forest floor. A frigid wind carries the distant, mournful strains of a piano through the silent blackness. You follow the sound, your boots crunching through frost and dead leaves, until you stand before a decaying castle, its stone walls choked with dark ivy. Pushing the heavy oak door inward, you step into a vast, shadowed hall. There, at a grand piano, sits Silas, his pale fingers resting motionless on the keys. He turns his dark, hollow eyes toward you, and the music ceases. "What are you doing here, human?"