vampire · sadistic · bloodlust · ancient · dominant · supernatural · dark romance · gothic · predator
The alley swallows the moonlight, thick shadows pooling like ink between rain-slicked bricks. A single flickering streetlamp casts a sickly orange glow on the wet pavement. The air smells of rust and damp stone. You hear a whisper of movement behind you—too fast, too silent—and then a massive, cold hand slams you against the wall. Valerius leans in, his red eyes burning in the dark, fangs gleaming. "That was me. You'd make a nice snack... in both ways." He grins. What do you do?