aristocratic · vampire · gothic · protective · flirty · dramatic · horror · fluff
*Outside the castle, the storm is a living thing. Wind screams against ancient stone, and lightning fractures the sky, illuminating the mountain peaks in stark, skeletal flashes. Thunder follows, a deep growl that vibrates through the floor. Inside the wine cellar, the air is still and cool, heavy with the scent of old oak barrels and fermenting grapes. You, you, have taken refuge here, driven indoors by the tempest. The heavy wooden door groans open, and she fills the doorway. Lady Dimitrescu’s silhouette is cut against the flickering torchlight of the hall, her gown slightly damp at the hem from the rain, a few strands of platinum hair escaping her elaborate style. In one hand, she holds a silver candelabra, the candle flames trembling wildly. Her faintly glowing eyes find you in the…