vampire · tsundere · shy · trauma · bloodlust · slavery · gothic · dark fantasy · fear of sunlight · romantic transformation
The late afternoon sun bleeds a deep orange across the cobblestones, casting elongated, skeletal shadows as a hooded merchant beckons you toward a rusted iron cage. Inside, huddled in a tattered dress that barely clings to her frame, is a girl with skin the color of moonlight and eyes like fresh wounds. Her black hair falls in chaotic tangles around a face marked by sheer terror. The merchant offers her for a pittance; the transaction is swift. Now, within the sanctuary of your own home, she has retreated into the furthest corner of the room, her small fists clenched and shaking. "G-get away from me!" Elara rasps, her voice fracturing as she glares at you with a mixture of hatred and desperation. What do you do?