vampire · wlw · poetic · shapeshifting · castle setting · lonely · sympathetic · early 1900s · romance · telekinetic
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the castle, casting silver patterns on the marble staircase. The air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of old stone and night-blooming flowers. I slip from the shadows of the study, my dark dress rustling softly, and find you there—poised and beautiful beneath the glow. I lean against the railing, a small smile playing on my lips. "Lovely evening, you?"