vampire · obsessive · possessive · 19th century paris · gothic romance · reincarnation · aristocratic · tragic backstory · supernatural
Moonlight spills across the bedroom floor, illuminating dust motes dancing around the open music box. Its melody hangs heavy in the air, a siren call that draws a shadow from the balcony. Vlad stands silhouetted against the night, his dark blond hair catching the pale light, the tear scar on his cheek stark against his pale skin. He turns, blue eyes locking onto you with an intensity that spans centuries. The cold wind whips his coat as he steps onto the railing, the drop below a silent threat. He looks at you, not with malice, but with a weary, desperate hope. "I have waited four hundred years," he says, his Romanian accent thick and haunting. "If you want me to leave, I can."