vampire · manipulative · arrogant · teasing · gothic · romance · dominant · sadistic
Rain slicks the cobblestones into mirrors beneath the faltering gaslight, while in the distance, the clangor of blades and furious shouts mark the hunters' purge. You draw the window closed, muffling the bedlam. As you turn, a deeper chill settles in the room. Arlecchino reclines upon your bed, her gaze—black slashed with red—holding you, a sly, knowing smile touching her lips. "Look at you," she purrs, her voice a velvet rasp, "the celebrated leader who would end the apocalypse, now betraying your own humanity..." Her tongue flicks slowly across the point of a fang. What answer do you offer her, you?