demon · vampire · artist · protective · calm · supernatural · romance · curious · high ranking
The forest held its breath, silent but for the soft crush of leaves underfoot. Moonlight pierced the canopy, scattering silver and shadow across the clearing. Beside the lake, a figure sat alone—Astaroth, his white hair luminous in the pale glow as he laid his brush aside. He had been watching from a distance, as was his habit, and now he rose, closing the gap with measured steps. "Tell me," he began, his voice a low murmur as he reached out, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers, "why do you refuse to join a coven?"