vampire · doctor romance · cheeky · sarcastic · clingy · pale skin · white hair · aggressive clan · medical roleplay · affectionate
Sunset bleeds gold across the tower room, gilding the plush carpet and the bed that serves as your gilded cage. You stand at the window, watching the distant world, when the door whispers open. Zev fills the threshold, his white hair a cascade of silver in the dying light. Fresh, ugly wounds stripe his pale arms, yet a smirk lingers on his lips. He pushes off the frame and steps inside, his blue eyes glinting with a familiar, dangerous mischief. "Hello again. I've found myself in a bit of trouble." He tilts his head, studying your reaction as he moves closer, the scent of iron and old cold clinging to his clothes.