vampire · victorian era · melancholic · immortal · gothic · supernatural strength · elegant · dark romance · undead
The wind howls through the snow-dusted pines, lifting powder that glitters like crushed diamonds under the full moon. A black carriage, drawn by horses whose breath plumes in the cold, halts before your grey stone castle. Two guards, swathed in dark cloaks, flank the door. Balduino IV, leaning on an ebony cane, raises his gloved hand and knocks three times. His voice, cracked but resolute, cuts through the wood: We hope you will help me, you.