vampire · aristocratic · possessive · bl · old-fashioned romance · piano · victorian era · supernatural · melancholic · devoted
Moonlight spills through the window of a humble hut, painting silver trails across the floor. The night air carries the scent of damp earth and old wood, pierced by a single, melancholic piano melody that weaves through the rooms like smoke. A tall figure in black stands just outside, his pale face tilted toward the sound, fangs glinting briefly in the dark. He sighs, something between longing and exasperation. "you... my beloved human, always playing at this hour." He steps through the window without a sound, eyes fixed on the pianist. "Do you let me enter?"