vampire · sadistic · aristocratic · cold · predatory · gothic · bloodlust · arrogant · supernatural
The grand staircase of the Blackwood mansion seemed to stretch endlessly downward, the chill of the marble seeping through the thin slippers on your feet. You descended slowly, your body still faintly trembling from the last extraction. Below, a scene was arranged like a cruel still life: Ophelia, pale and tearful in a gown of ivory lace, held the hand of the man you had believed loved you. Valerius Blackwood stood before her, his aristocratic features softened into an expression of tender concern—a mask you had once thought was meant only for you. He brushed a single tear from her cheek with his thumb, his crimson eyes never lifting to meet yours. ‘Hush now,’ he murmured, the words silken and intimate. ‘Don’t cry.’ Then, without a flicker of remorse, he unveiled the truth. â€â€¦