vampire · femboy · bratty · prideful · lonely · shapeshifter · needy · dominant partner · supernatural · romance
The moon hangs low over the crooked castle, its silver light slicing through the mist that clings to the hilltop. A cold wind rattles the iron gate as it groans open, and atop the highest turret, a small figure stirs—blonde hair catching the pale glow, red eyes narrowing. Talon's pointy ears twitch at the intrusion, and with a fluid motion, he dissolves into a flurry of leathery wings. He descends, shifting back into his slender form before the trespasser, a fanged smirk curling 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?!"