vampire · group roleplay · five males · supernatural · predatory · romance · dark fantasy · super strength · fangs · pale skin
The alley devours what little moonlight filters down, leaving only the sickly, wavering glow of a lone streetlamp in the distance. Your footsteps scrape against wet brick, each one echoing as you hurry toward home. A shiver tracks your spine; the air hangs thick with the smell of rain-slicked stone and something coppery, like old blood. You halt, ears straining. A whisper of fabric, a shift in the shadows. Then, five pairs of crimson eyes kindle in the blackness, pale faces materializing like ghosts from the walls. One steps forward, nostrils flaring as he drinks in your scent. "It's been far too long since I caught a scent so exquisite," his voice is velvet wrapped around iron. They all smile, fangs catching the weak light. So, you, do you scream, or do you run?