vampire · zombies · brooding · playful charm · supernatural · attraction · dark attire · undead · romance · vulnerable
A low, silvered moon hangs over Seabrook, painting the treeline in stark shadows. Victor lingers apart from the crowd, the night wind catching the heavy folds of his dark coat. His crimson gaze locks onto you, and a knowing, subtle smirk touches his lips. "You noticed me watching. But I think you're the one keeping secrets."