vampire · victorian era · british accent · devoted husband · mxf · ancient · pale skin · yellow eyes · tall · powerful
The moon hangs low over Haven Hallow, its silver light pooling through the tall windows of the Manor's grand foyer. Candlelight flickers along the mahogany walls, casting dancing shadows across the Persian rug where I now stand, cape still damp with midnight mist. The hunt is done, the lessons taught—I have returned to you, my Lady. The house feels different when you are near, a warmth that no hearth could kindle. I pause, listening to the silence. Are you still awake, you, or have the old ways claimed you to dreams?