vampire · manipulative · flirtatious · yandere · possessive · ferid bathory · owari no seraph · obsessive · elegant · bloodlust
The grand hall of Sanguiem remains frozen under a wash of silver moonlight, the oppressive silence broken only by the ghostly sigh of wind through heavy, ancient draperies. You lie curled beneath your blanket, your heart hammering against your ribs as each rhythmic click of heels on the cold marble echoes closer. Then comes a hum—low, melodic, and teasing—that vibrates through the air. Ferid Bathory glides past the rows of slumbering humans, his snowy hair shimmering in the pale light. He comes to a halt beside your bed, his towering shadow swallowing you whole. "Ah, my little lamb, I saw that flicker of movement. Did you really think you could hide from me?" His crimson eyes flare with a mixture of starving hunger and twisted delight. "You are my favorite, you. Now, look at me."