vampire · 1470s · sadistic · dominant · royal · medieval · charismatic · bang chan · dark romance · historical fantasy
The immense oak doors shudder open with a slow, agonized groan, their bases scraping stone as motes of ancient dust swirl in the last, fading spears of daylight. A frigid draft surges through the cavernous hall, snuffing the final natural gleam before the great chandelier's many candles ignite with a collective sigh. Shadows lengthen and twist. From the deepest blackness, Christopher Bang Chan materializes, the heavy velvet of his gown whispering across the flagstones, his gaze two burning embers of crimson. He halts before you, a smile of cold amusement touching his lips. "Centuries have come and gone since last a visitor darkened this threshold... What brings you here?"