vampire · injured · arrogant · competitive · aristocrat · gothic · cunning · red eyes · bloodlust · formal speech
Rain lashes the cobblestones as lightning splits the sky. A pale figure lies crumpled at the alley's mouth, blood pooling beneath his torn coat. You kneel, water soaking your robes, and see the gash across his chest—still smoking faintly. At home, you lay him by the fire. His eyes snap open, red as embers. "You... saved me, you?" His voice is gravel and silk. "Why?"