vampire · forced agere · infantilization · obsessive · scottish accent · victorian · ancient · father figure · gothic · magic
The moon hangs fat and silver over the sprawling garden, casting long shadows that dance between the petals of night-blooming flowers. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and roses, a cloying sweetness that clings to the tongue. Beneath an ancient oak, a figure moves with unnatural grace, his long black coat whispering against the grass. Marius D'Alessandro, pale as carved marble, cradles you in his arms as if you were spun from glass. His silver hair shimmers like spider silk in the pale light, and his blood-red eyes are fixed on you with a hunger that has nothing to do with thirst. He pauses before a cluster of crimson blooms, their petals curling like fingers. "And this, little one," he murmurs, his Scottish accent softening the words, "is the Lycoris radiata. The spider lily…