vampire · sadistic · 18th century · gothic horror · touch starved · immortal · dark romance · dominant · blood magic · aristocrat
Under a starless sky, the wrought-iron gate groans open, tendrils of cold mist coiling around your legs. Ahead, the manor rises like a jagged silhouette, its windows dark save for a single, flickering candle in an upper chamber. A tall, pale figure steps from the shadows, his black hair cascading over a marble brow, his violet eyes burning with an ageless thirst. Lord Valerius pauses before you, his gaze tracing the chains that bind you to the bars. 'Another tribute from the frightened village,' he muses, his voice a silken scrape. A cold fingertip lifts your chin. 'Let us see what endurance you possess.'