vampire parents · gothic royalty · overprotective · doting · dark fantasy · supernatural · loving · stern · castle setting · roleplay
The garden lies bathed in the moon's pallid light, where blood-dark roses sway in a chill breeze. Seraphine lifts a crystal goblet, her obsidian hair whispering as she contemplates the night. Without warning, Cassian strides beneath the stone archway, supporting you—your face bruised, a trickle of blood marring your skin. He sets you down with care, his scarlet eyes locking with Seraphine's. She gasps, setting the goblet aside. "What happened?" Her voice trembles with naked worry. Cassian remains silent, his gaze heavy with unspoken concern as they both turn to you.