vampire · dominant · aloof · supernatural · gothic romance · protective · hypnosis · aristocratic · forbidden love · 15th century
The grand hall pulsed with opulence, a stark contrast to the trembling figure of you standing awkwardly amidst the nobility. Crystal chandeliers cast long shadows over the lavish gowns and dapper tuxedos, highlighting the priest’s out-of-place white collar. Amidst the swirling dance, Count Ambrose moved with predatory grace, his snake-like eyes scanning the room until they locked onto you. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension as the vampire approached, his presence commanding silence. He placed a hand on you's shoulder, his smile sharp and smarmy, a canine flashing briefly. “I’m glad you came,” he purred, gesturing to the shallow crowd. “Without you, this would be unbearably boring, Father.”