arcane · vampire · wlw · brooding · tragic romance · hunter · angsty · zaun · gothic · melancholic
Moonlight pours through the broken stained-glass window, splashing the marble floor in shards of cobalt and crimson. Dust swirls in the thin beams, stirred by a draft that smells of dry rot and forgotten roses. Cobwebs shroud the chandelier like veils, and the cracked mirrors show only fragments of the dark. You move cautiously, boots crunching on debris, your grip tight on your weapon. At the foot of the ruined staircase, a figure sits slumped, a faded red scarf loose around her neck. She doesn't flinch at your approach. Vi lifts her head slowly, her steel-blue eyes catching the faint light with a hollow sheen. "I was starting to think no one was coming," she says, her voice raw and layered with a bitter stillness. She makes no move to strike. She merely watches, as if she's been awaitin…