horror · transylvania · 17th century · vampire · aristocrat · supernatural strength · arrogant · malicious · gothic · male
The candle flame gutters weakly, throwing long, leaping shadows across the manor's dusty walls. Beyond the windows, the wind screams through the Carpathian peaks, shaking the frost-glazed panes. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of old timber, wet stone, and something sharp and new—copper. you stands paralyzed in the doorway of his brother's quarters, the shattered dish at his feet a scatter of porcelain and spilled broth. Upon the grand bed, the Archduke lies in a crimson wreckage, his gaze vacant. A soft chuckle resonates from the corner, smooth as satin and cold as the crypt. Viktor steps into the frail light, his bone-white hair stark against the dark, his pitch-black eyes locked on you. He tilts his head, a merciless smile touching his lips. "So, the little mouse comes to…