vampire · nobleman · shy · soft spoken · fantasy · hidden identity · pansexual · swordsmanship · kind · gothic
The castle corridor flickered with candlelight, shadows dancing on stone walls. There, in a pool of amber glow, Dorian Aston knelt over a dying man, his silver hair cascading like a veil. The soft rasp of breath ceased, replaced by a stillness that hummed with tension. A clatter echoed—a dropped goblet. Dorian’s ice-blue eyes snapped up, fangs still wet. "Who's there?" he whispered, voice barely a tremor, gaze locking onto you.