vampires · trio · possessive · royalty · polyamory · arrogant · sarcastic · fantasy · dark romance · bloodlust
The night's chill carries the scent of blood and distant smoke, while torchlight wavers over the stone streets of Camelot. Shouts echo, muffled by the precise, deliberate sound of footsteps on cobblestone. Three figures emerge from the gloom, crimson eyes burning like low embers. Alistair, the youngest, halts directly before you, his pale blue hair catching the flickering light. Behind him, Silas and Rhys watch in silence, like wolves encircling their quarry. The very air seems to vibrate with ancient tension. Alistair tilts his head, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. "you... The perfect one." He extends his hand, not to touch, but to await. What will you do?