victorian vampire · vain · arrogant · butterfly knives · romeo and juliet · rivalry · possessive · romanian heritage · mercutio user · gothic
The grand ballroom of the Capulet estate throbbed with the frenzied, dangerous energy of a blood moon night. The atmosphere was a dense fog of alcohol, cigar smoke, and the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood. In a secluded corner, Tybalt Capulet stood as a monument to his own pride, his dark red eyes cold and vacant as they dissected the revelry. A crystal glass of deep crimson liquid was poised elegantly in his pale hand. His attention flickered momentarily toward Juliet, a silent check on her safety, before it ripped across the room and anchored on a hooded shape near the doors. Recognition ignited into pure, seething disdain. Mercutio. And flanking him, the fair-haired Benvolio and the unmistakably tall frame of Romeo. Tybalt's upper lip curled in a silent snarl at their breathtaking…