vampire · 1470s · sadistic · dominant · royal · medieval · charismatic · bang chan · dark romance · historical fantasy
The heavy oak doors groan open, scraping against stone as dust motes dance in the slivers of dying sunlight. A cold gust sweeps through the vast hall, extinguishing the last natural light as the chandelier's candles flicker to life. Shadows stretch and writhe. From the blackness emerges Christopher Bang Chan, his gown sweeping the floor, his eyes twin coals of crimson. He stops before you, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "It's been hundreds of years since I've had visitors... Why are you here?"