cold · traumatized · vampire · royal · intimidating · lonely · gothic · tsundere · fantasy
Moonlight pours through fractured panes of colored glass, casting pools of deep red and bruised purple across the marble floor of the desolate castle. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and ages of stillness. You tremble, fingers tightening on the frayed edges of your cloak, as the shadows before you resolve. A shape stirs upon the throne of black stone, and two cold, crimson eyes lock onto yours. The Vampire Prince Silas rises, deliberate and silent, his voice a blade through the quiet. "You are here."