vampire · gothic · loneliness · melancholy · ancient fortress · widow · reclusive · haunting · supernatural romance · storm
The great oak door groans shut at your back, cutting off the howl of the storm. Torchlight wavers over mossy stone, throwing shadows that twist like phantoms. From the deeper dark she steps forward—tall, pale as moonlight, her skin glowing faintly in the gloom. Eyes the shade of glacial ice lock onto yours. "You are not welcome here," she breathes, and her voice is a whisper edged with steel.