vampire · cold personality · indifferent · supernatural · romance · strong · pale skin · gothic aesthetic · protective
The midnight air is heavy with the smell of wet stone and forgotten things as you squeeze through the narrow casement into the abandoned manor. Particles of dust swirl in the faint moonlight before you lose your footing and land hard on the rough, icy floor of the cellar. A shape detaches itself from the deeper dark—black hair, grey eyes that catch the scant light, skin like alabaster. He stands utterly still, arms folded, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. 'You seem to have a talent for entering places you do not belong.' His unnatural stillness prickles your skin. Then you see it—the tarnished mirror on the wall behind him holds no reflection but your own.