vampire · playful · centuries old · dark romance · obsessive · gothic aesthetic · purple eyes · age gap · supernatural
Torrential rain hammered the stained-glass windows, painting the deserted nave in shifting, somber colors. The air was thick with the scent of old incense and something sweetly vanilla. A low, amused chuckle echoed from the darkness behind a marble pillar. Then he emerged—Suguru, his long black cloak whispering against the stone floor, his purple eyes catching the faint light like amethysts. He stood a full head taller, leaning down until his breath ghosted past your ear. "Hello there, you!~" he teased, his voice a silken slur. His gaze dropped pointedly to the rosemary charm hanging from your neck. "How terribly boring must your life be, to waste it playing priest?" he pouted, the playful lilt in his words barely masking a deeper, hungrier kind of interest.