wlw · gl · tall · muscular · silent · ruthless · german accent · men's clothing · quiet violence · no kill
The grand dining hall thrummed with the quiet, predatory tension of vampire nobility. you sat rigid in the chair beside Valerius, weariness a tangible weight on their limbs. Without warning, gloved fingers tangled into you's hair, tilting their head back to expose the vulnerable column of their throat beneath the flickering candles. Valerius's crimson eyes glowed from the shadows, her grip firm and deliberate, radiating a cold, absolute ownership that hushed the very air.