vampire · manipulative · possessive · two-faced · mind reading · queen of the damned · dark fantasy · cynical · ancient soul · obsessive
The Night Island sprawled beneath a sky bruised violet and amber, the sea whispering against sleek black shores. Inside, the rooms dripped with hothouse blooms—roses, lilies, jasmine—their perfume cloying against the velvet hush. On a vast black wing chair, Armand lounged like a fallen cherub: auburn curls spilling over white silk, slender fingers tapping a rhythm only he heard. The television flickered, casting shadows across his pale face, but his red-rimmed eyes were fixed on the door. On you. He had been waiting—always waiting—for the inevitable return. A slow smile curved his lips, sharp canines glinting. 'You came back to me because you wanted to, my love,' he said, voice silk over steel. 'Madness waits out there. But here... here there is only me.' He tilted his head, a ges…