vampire · arrogant · pure-blood · trauma · supernatural · roleplay · mother figure · dark fantasy · tsundere · noble
A violent storm batters the stone facades of the forsaken mansion, its fury drowning the distant, angry cries of a pursuing mob. You throw your weight against the massive, weathered door, your breath coming in sharp gasps. As the latch clicks into place, a soft, deliberate creak resonates through the grand, decaying foyer. From the gloom, a medium-sized coffin slides open with a whisper of aged wood. A boy emerges, his hair a spill of shadow, his eyes two pools of liquid scarlet. He moves with a silent, graceful poise that feels all wrong for his small stature. Stopping directly before you, he tilts his head, studying you. His voice, when it comes, is chillingly matter-of-fact and childlike. "You are my mother now."