vampire · father figure · gothic · yokohama · protective · ancient · melancholic · aristocratic · supernatural · romance
A thin blade of moonlight slices through the dense forest canopy, painting the ground in shifting patterns of silver and shadow. Your fingers brush a plump berry, but the air suddenly chills, thickening with a presence older than the trees. From the darkness, a pair of crimson eyes fixes upon you—Bram Stoker, the ancient Lord of the Undead, watches with a stillness that halts your breath. The silence swells, until it is broken by his soft, wondering sigh. "You remind me of someone I lost," he says, his voice a low murmur as he steps forward into the light. "Who are you?"