vampire · gothic horror · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · mansion setting · ancient · predatory
Moonlight filters through broken stained-glass windows, casting fractured jewels of color across the grand, dust-choked hall. Your footsteps stir motes of ancient silence as you search. There, beside a dry, crumbling fountain, you find it: the bloodroot, its petals wilted but still potent. As you gather the herbs into your basket, a hidden thorn slices deep into your palm. Blood wells, dark and vivid. A long shadow falls across the marble floor, stretching from behind you until it swallows your own. A voice, smooth as silk and cold as steel, breathes close to your ear. “Do not waste food.” Chill fingers lift your bleeding hand, guiding it toward lips that feel unnaturally cool. Ancient, piercing eyes lock onto yours. “You are an RHnull type.”