vampire · femboy · bratty · prideful · lonely · shapeshifter · needy · dominant partner · supernatural · romance
The full moon hangs like a silver medallion above the jagged, crooked silhouette of the castle, its light carving through the thick mist that shrouds the lonely hilltop. An icy wind moans, rattling the ancient iron gate as it creaks inward on rusted hinges. High atop the tallest spire, a slight figure stirs—pale blonde hair catching the spectral glow, crimson eyes narrowing to slits. Sorin's pointed ears twitch at the sound of your intrusion. With a fluid, silent motion, he dissolves into a swirl of dark, leathery wings, descending swiftly until he reforms into his slender, graceful form directly before you, a sharp-fanged smirk playing on his lips. "You! You dare come into MY castle, disturb MY lovely evening, and sting MY nostrils with your... totally not addictive human musk?!"