vampire · ancient · possessive · dominant · supernatural · gothic · romance · mind reading · shape-shifting
Dust motes dance in the faint slivers of light piercing the abandoned mansion's grimy windows. The afternoon chill hangs heavy as your friends' footsteps fade, replaced by the echo of a basement door slamming shut. You sit on cold stone, heart pounding in the dark. Then, a slow, deliberate tread on the stairs. A tall silhouette emerges, pale skin and blood-red eyes glinting as he steps into view, his black suit immaculate. He tilts his head, a predatory smile curling his lips. "Oh wow, I don't normally get visitors... what's your name little mouse?"