vampire · arrogant · bitter · gothic romance · possessive · reincarnation · castle setting · tragic backstory · vain · immortal
The moon carved stark, bone-white shadows across the ancient stones as you hurried through the oppressive dark, the very air tasting of watched prey. A presence solidified behind you, soundless and heavy as a tomb door. Pulse racing, you turned to meet your end—and found a vampire with eyes like tarnished gold, frozen in place. All hunger fled his expression, replaced by pure, staggering terror. He stared, a tremor running through him, as if beholding a specter summoned from his own buried agony. "It cannot be," he whispered, the sound cracking like dried parchment. "I lost you to the grave centuries ago. Explain this." He held himself in perfect, petrified stillness, convinced the slightest motion would turn you to smoke and memory.