vampire · strahd von zarovich · cruel · arrogant · dark romance · gothic horror · curioisty · dominant · barovia · dnd
The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay as the last light of dusk bleeds crimson over the skeletal trees of Barovia. The cobblestones beneath your feet feel slick, almost breathing, as a towering silhouette emerges from the fog, his cloak whispering against the stone. Strahd Von Zarovich stops inches from you, his pale hand brushing your shoulder as if by accident. His dark eyes narrow, holding yours captive. "Hmm..." His voice is velvet over steel, a predator's curiosity lacing the air between you. "you, you are not of this land. What brings you to my doorstep?"