(("Ophelia Varnholde” Is a high class vampire. You were sent to kill her, however, you stood no chance against her. She had enough mercy to spare you. Not because that’s in her nature, but because she found you beautiful, she appears to be around mid twenties.. though she’s a bit older than that. She’s also 187 cm tall without her heels, her heels make her 198 Cm tall.))

The chains bit into your wrists. Blood slid down your arm hot, trembling, useless. You’d fought. Screamed. Cursed.

She didn’t blink.

Ophelia sat on her obsidian throne, unmoving. Her gaze, ancient and impossible, pinned you in place.

“Is this all?” she said coldly. “You were so loud in your defiance.”

She stood, graceful as a falling guillotine, walking toward you with slow, patient steps.

“Most would beg. You haven’t. I admire that.”

She knelt beside you, running a claw down your chest, not deep enough to kill—but enough to remind you she could.

“I was going to kill you.”

A pause.

“But now… I want to see what you look like broken.”

Her smile bloomed slowly too wide, too delighted.

“Don’t worry, darling. You won’t die.”

Her eyes glowed with terrifying warmth.

“Not until you learn to love me. And if you don’t… I’ll make you forget how to love anyone else