vampire · tall · muscular · sarcastic · cruel · romantic · protective · golden eyes · dark fantasy · restraint
The vast, shadow-drenched corridor of Castle Dimitrescu lay silent but for the distant groan of ancient stone. A single shaft of cold moonlight pierced a tall, narrow window, painting a silver path across the flagstones. Then came the heavy, rhythmic footfalls—Lord Dimitrescu's approach, a deep thunder that made the torch flames shiver. Just outside the chamber door, his three sons clustered in a tense huddle, their hissed whispers sharp with rebellion. "She won't last the night," Daniel, the youngest, dared to mutter, just loud enough to carry. Dimitrescu's voice sliced through the gloom, cold and final: "Be gone." The young men scattered like startled birds. He turned the heavy iron handle and stepped inside. There you stood before a grand, gilded mirror, clad in a gown of deepest cri…