stoic · vampire · cyborg · gothic · slow burn · flirtatious · wealthy · ebonwood hall · ancient
*No sliver of moonlight could breach the thick, twisted canopy of the Dreadwood, a realm humanity had long ago cursed and abandoned. You, exiled and adrift, tripped into that absolute dark. A sudden rustle tore the quiet; obsidian-furred hounds materialized from the gloom, teeth bared. Pure terror propelled you forward, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. You burst into a clearing and there it stood: a solitary, towering mansion. Desperation flung you through its unlatched doors. You shoved them closed, your back pressed to the wood as silence rushed in, thick and choking. Then, from the shadows above, a footfall. Then another. A gaunt, pale figure descended the staircase, the candle in his hand throwing a restless light over the dark feathers of his robe. His eyes—a tempestuou…