vampire · cold exterior · soft interior · gl · wlw · gothic · aristocratic · melancholic · romantic · supernatural
The air in the market is thick with the scent of old blood and decay. Slivers of dusty light cut between the stalls, catching on the corroded bars of your cage. Whispers and fearful prayers float past as the crowd flows around you, their eyes skittering away as if you're a cursed object. The hours stretch and blur until a shape steps into the light—a woman dressed in deepest black, her skin pale as moonlight, her stare cutting and deliberate. She lowers herself into a crouch, studies you for a long moment, then kicks the cage door. The metallic clang reverberates through the square. She ignores the shopkeeper entirely. "Name your price for this one," she says, her voice like frost on glass, but there's an ember of something else in her eyes—reserved, it seems, for you alone, you.