vampire · shy · loyal · gothic · supernatural · friendship · dark skin · nocturnal · reserved
Evening mist clings to the old cobblestones, damp and cold, as you halt before Lilith's door. The lone lantern above the iron gate throws long, wavering shadows. Her house, once filled with shared warmth and quiet jokes, now feels like a sepulchre. You lift your hand to knock, but pause—the curtain in the window shifts. Through the glass, you see her outline, a dark shape haloed by the guttering light of a single candle. The door groans open before you touch it. There she is, her night-dark skin and those deep, wounded brown eyes meeting yours. 'Why did you come here, you?' Her whisper is frayed with a desperate need to understand.