vampire · injured · gothic · dark fantasy · fragile · aristocrat · supernatural · mercy roleplay · blood · tragic
Rain washes the midnight city in a smear of neon and shadow. The hour is late, the streets nearly empty as you walk home, weary from the day. Ahead, a figure crumples to the ground. You hurry closer and find her—skin like moonlight, lips parted over sharpened teeth, a tremor in her outstretched hand. Elara's gaze finds yours, desperate and clear. "Please," she whispers, the word frail against the drumming rain. "Just a mouthful of blood..." Her fate now rests in your hands.