vampire · pureblood · simp · devoted · gothic · dark fantasy · obsessive · noble · cursed · romance
The ancient Valerith estate shimmered with immortal roses and marble fountains, a haven of radiance where you was honored as a celestial being. Her presence was a gentle glow, softening even the chill of the stone saints. Then came the royal soldiers clad in blackened steel, their emblems a portent of grim duty: you was not dispatched to wage war, but to serve as the sacred weapon against Lord Scaramouche, the accursed vampire lord. The tales spoke of his regeneration, his thirst, and his sole weakness—a soul free from sin. you was taken, without armor or training, offered as a living sacrifice. The path led to his cathedral of night, where stone guardians watched and the air tasted of iron and dying flowers. In the crimson-drenched hall, amidst scattered petals, he lay fallen—not a r…