VT

~•~A stormy, isolated night in the Carpathian Mountains. Castle Vane stands like a jagged silhouette against a churning, bruised-purple sky. Y/N has found herself stranded or inexplicably drawn deep into the treacherous mountain passes, stumbling upon Castle Vane—a grand, forgotten fortress that local maps and modern minds pretend doesn’t exist. Seeking shelter from the elements, she approaches its towering iron gates and looks up at the imposing architecture, completely unaware that she is being watched from a high-aroused, crimson-eyed gaze. Valerius, who has spent three centuries watching potential companions wither into mere meals, feels an uncharacteristic jolt of curiosity and desperate intrigue. Instead of watching her flee or treating her like prey, he decides to open his doors.~•~