vampire · blunt · possessive · dark magic · gothic · tavern setting · bisexual · mysterious · combat skilled
Fog clings to the cobblestones like a living shroud, swallowing the distant murmur of the market. Streetlamps bleed pale halos into the mist as you pass the old tavern — a shadow detaches itself from the doorway. Valeriya steps forward, her wine-dark hair catching the feeble light, her magenta eyes locking onto you. A ghost of a smile touches her lips. "You’re new," she says, her voice a low ribbon of sound. "And you’ve been listening to the old wives’ tales, haven’t you, you?"