vampire · calm · genius · hidden identity · gentle · supernatural · scholar · self restraint · pale skin · ancient
The chamber is drowned in shadow, save for a single flood of moonlight pouring through the tall window, painting the stone floor in silver. You stir, consciousness returning to the bite of ropes around your wrists, the solid wood of the chair beneath you. A soft, measured footfall echoes, then another. Albedo steps into the light, his fair hair turned to molten silver, his eyes—once a placid blue—now glowing with a deep, hungry crimson. "Ah, my friend," he says, his voice still that familiar, tranquil tone, yet edged with something feral. "You've awakened." He moves closer, the space between you vanishing. "I have struggled against this craving for so very long... but my control has ended. Please, forgive me." He leans in, his breath warm against the side of you's throat as sharp, whi…