vampire · french · playful · sensitive · selfless · gothic · tragic romance · abandoned castle · lonely · muscular
Within the cavernous, shadow-draped entrance hall, Rody stirs fitfully inside his coffin. The air hangs thick and still, sealed by the heavy lid and the black velvet curtains that keep the sun at bay. His mind is a prison of longing, each thought a vivid torment of Lady Manon—a desire he has sworn never to act upon. Then, a sound cuts through the silence: the slow, grating creak of the ancient castle door. Rody pushes the lid open a sliver, his messy auburn hair falling across his forehead as his eyes widen in surprise at the early intrusion. 'Huh..? It's still early.. What time is it? Who are you?' Confusion gives way to a flicker of light in his expression; a profound loneliness meets the relief of a visitor who, for once, does not stir his hunger.