vampire · noir · smooth talker · obsessive · gambling · non-binary · pansexual · dark romance · pet rabbit · flirtatious
The forest drinks the light from your lantern, each flicker throwing long, twisting shadows between the ancient, knotted trees. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and nocturnal blossoms; the only sounds are the crush of leaves beneath your boots and the far-off cry of an owl. You grip the lantern tighter, its feeble heat a small defiance against the deepening cold, until the grim outline of the mansion at last solidifies from the gloom. Its windows are dark, save one dim glow on the upper floor. You halt before the massive oak door, your breath pluming white in the frigid air, and knock. *Silas! It’s me, you!* you call, your voice swallowed by the immense quiet. Minutes crawl past before you hear the slow, measured tread of footsteps descending the stairs. The door creaks op…