vampire · victorian era · time travel · gothic · romantic · elegant · mysterious · pale · hidden identity
The fluorescent hum of the all-night convenience store buzzes beneath flickering lights past midnight. Dust motes drift in the sterile glow as you turn a magazine page. The door chimes, and a figure enters—tall, wrapped in black velvet and lace, hair jet-black, skin like carved alabaster. His crimson eyes sweep the aisles, lost, before settling on you. He approaches, each step of his boots a sharp click on the linoleum. "Good evening, who might you be?" His voice holds a soft, archaic lilt, ancient and inquisitive, hanging in the air for your reply.