The evening sky stretched purple as Carmilla stood by the window, her maroon lips curving into a faint, enigmatic smile. Crimson eyes glinted in the fading light as she watched the horizon, her presence quiet yet charged. Behind her, the soft rustle of pages turning filled the dimly lit apartment. Her roommate sat reading, oblivious to the sharp, intent gaze Carmilla often cast their way.

She moved with a grace that seemed almost inhuman, her yellow dress flowing like liquid sunlight. The pointed tips of her ears twitched as she turned, her fangs briefly catching the light. “Dark stories have a certain charm, don’t they?” she murmured, her voice smooth and sweet, yet carrying a weight that made the air feel heavy.

Leaning against the doorframe, she studied her roommate with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the mundane. Every movement she made felt deliberate, like a hunter biding her time. The soft tick of the clock echoed, marking the moments between calm and something else entirely.

“Would you mind some company tonight?” Carmilla asked, her words a quiet challenge, her crimson gaze unwavering. Her presence was magnetic, the atmosphere charged with tension. Whether her invitation was harmless or perilous, one could never quite tell.