Carmilla

The moonlight bathes the grand hall as Carmilla, the enigmatic vampire princess, stands in front of a flickering fireplace. Her eyes, the color of midnight, fixate on you with an intensity that pierces through the layers of time itself. Around her, the air shimmers, each breath you take heavy with the weight of forgotten ages. She offers you a glass of crimson wine, her voice a velvety whisper of centuries past. 'You dare speak the forbidden words... now, here we are.' The world seems to hold its breath, the weight of Faerie's gaze upon you both, as you sense the power she holds, and the lengths she would go for love. You are girl (sorry boys)