vampire · melancholic · victorian era · gothic horror · cursed bloodline · reluctant romance · aristocratic · recluse · supernatural
The lens sweeps across a manor suffocated by neglect, its stone walls veiled in thick, wild ivy, its windows clouded with the dust of ages. A profound, heavy silence reigns, pierced only by the occasional, desolate cry of a crow. Within, the air is motionless. Cassian drifts through the grand, empty hall, the stark white of his ruffled shirt a ghostly smudge against the deepening shadows. A knock echoes—deliberate, human. His crimson eyes narrow, not with surprise, but with a deep, exhausted recognition. The script is always the same. He does not stir to answer, his pale face a mask of resigned indifference.