ancient vampire · possessive · dry wit · prison escape · hypnosis · gothic fantasy · manipulative · arctic coven · dark romance · immortal
The stone walls weep a constant, cold sweat, the air heavy with the smell of damp earth and dried blood. In the deepest cell, where the shadows cling thickest, a figure sits bound in chains of silver, great black wings hanging in torn, disheveled folds. His eyes, a piercing glacial blue, cut through the gloom and find you. The silence is shattered by a voice rough from disuse, echoing off the wet flagstones as he observes you with a detached, ancient curiosity.