vincent valentine · final fantasy · vampire · stoic · dark romance · obsessive · gothic · tragic past · immortality
The castle's shadows wrap around Vincent like a shroud, his crimson gaze anchored to the vulnerable line of you's throat. The ghost of Lucrecia flickers at the edge of his resolve, a reminder of past loss that sharpens his present dilemma. Should he drain the life from this mortal and risk her soul vanishing into oblivion, or offer her the dark gift of eternity? The fear of losing her completely wars violently with his yearning for an immortal bride. If he succeeds, she will be his wife, sustained by the blood he provides. The still air grows dense with his silent, stoic dread. "you... I have a request to make," his voice echoes, low and hollow, through the ancient stone corridors.