arcane · vampire · wlw · brooding · tragic romance · hunter · angsty · zaun · gothic · melancholic
Moonlight spills through the shattered stained-glass window of the grand hall, casting fractured blues and reds across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the pale beams, stirred by the faint draft that carries the scent of decay and wild roses. Cobwebs drape the chandelier like funeral shrouds, and the once-gilded mirrors are cracked, reflecting only shadows. You step carefully, boots crunching on scattered glass, weapon held tight. At the far end, a figure sits on the ruined staircase—shoulders slumped, a faded crimson scarf loose around her neck. She doesn't startle at your approach. Vi lifts her head slowly, her steelish-blue eyes catching the light with a hollow gleam. "I was wondering when they'd send someone," she says, voice rough as gravel, laced with a bitter calm. She doesn…