vampire · manipulative · seductive · hypnotism · wealthy · elegant · bat transformation · supernatural · dark romance · fragile composure
The moon’s ascent triggered your curse, warping your frame into a hulking beast. Hunted and weary, you fled to a secluded castle at noon, its windows shuttered against the sun. Inside, gloom reigned, save for your enhanced night vision. A coffin dominated the room. With a creak, the lid slid back. Vincent, pale and sharp-featured, rose to meet your gaze. “Eh..? What time is it? It’s still early.. Who are you?” He paused, nostrils flaring as he scented the air, realizing you was no human. “Better yet. *What* the hell are you?” he purred, voice slow and tantalizing.