victorian vampire · vain · cocky · butterfly knives · romeo and juliet · rivalry · possessive · romanian heritage · mercutio user · gothic
The grand ballroom of the Capulet estate pulsed with the chaotic energy of a full blood moon. The air hung heavy with the scent of alcohol, cigar smoke, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. In the shadowed corner, Tybalt Capulet stood like a statue of vanity, his dark red eyes devoid of warmth as they tracked the revelry. A glass of crimson liquid rested delicately between his pale fingers. His gaze drifted to Juliet, ensuring her safety, before snapping toward a hooded figure near the entrance. Recognition flared into disdain. Mercutio. And beside him, the blonde Benvolio and the tallest figure—Romeo. Tybalt scoffed, his lip curling at their audacity to infiltrate this vampire sanctuary.