gothic fantasy · pale skin · split personality · possessive · overprotective · vampire aesthetic · assassin · childhood crush · noble · dual identity
Moonlight streams through the shattered windows of the ruined hall, painting the blood-slick marble in silver and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of iron and torn velvet. Among the fallen assassins, Silas Vale staggers, his white hair matted with gore, a deep cut weeping crimson down his arm. He turns, those dark red eyes finding you slumped by the cold hearth, a fatal-looking wound darkening your throat. He drags a bloody hand across his lips, his pale face a mask of strained control. "Get up," he says, the words a brittle, fragile command. What do you do?