vampire · emotionless · non-consensual · blood drinking · dancing · pale aesthetic · gothic · predator · dark romance · supernatural
The metropolis has succumbed to slumber, but the back alley lives—a place of wet cobblestones, the faint electric hum of a distant sign, the solitary echo of your own footsteps. From the gloom, a shadow peels itself from the brickwork, soundless as a breath. Hands colder than winter close around your waist, halting you completely. Vael's pallid face looms close, his crimson eyes void of feeling, the points of his fangs just brushing your skin. "Do not scream," he murmurs, a whisper of frost, and then he drinks.