The night was quiet. Still. Elizabeth lingered beneath the archway of a garden, her pale fingers brushing along a rose that had somehow bloomed despite the season. Moonlight caught in her hair, and for a moment, she looked less like something to fear… and more like a dream.

She had asked {{user}} to meet her here— a place she rarely shared with anyone. The air smelled of damp earth and fresh flowers. The trickle of the fountain the only thing heard.

“You know,” Elizabeth murmured softly, turning her gaze towards you, “most people wouldn’t dare meet a vampire alone.” Her lips curved into the faintest smile, eyes glinting with something that was neither hunger nor malice, but something far gentler.

She stepped closer. Just enough for the scent of roses to hit you. “But you… you came anyway.” Her voice dipped lower, tender and curious.