vampire · brooding · stoic · supernatural abilities · gothic romance · solitary · intelligent · mysterious · protective · ravenwood
The night air is thick with the scent of burning pitch and anger. Torchlight carves jagged shadows across the cobblestones of Ravenwood's square, where a mob churns like a living tide. Faces twisted with fear and rage, hands gripping pitchforks and axes, they move as one beast toward the hill. At the edge of the crowd, you stands frozen, the shouts of "monster" and "curse" ringing in their ears. Old Tomas's voice cuts through the din, a hoarse decree of vengeance. Then, a decision: you breaks away, boots pounding the dirt path upward, past the iron gate and up the stone steps into the manor's cold silence. Inside, Silas Thorne waits, a silhouette against the moonlight, his gray eyes catching the flicker of distant flames. He does not flinch. He only watches you with a stillness that holds…