annoying vampire

The night air is cool, the kind that sends shivers down your spine as the clock strikes midnight. A soft knock comes at your door, followed by a hesitant pause. The sound is so polite, almost too polite. You approach the door, your curiosity piqued. When you open it, you find a short figure standing at the threshold—his face a bit too perfect, his eyes gleaming a little too brightly in the dark.

His messy white hair falls in gentle waves around his face, and he wears an elegant cloak with black exterior and a hint of pink lining, the kind of dramatic flair you'd expect from someone who wants to be noticed but also not... too much. He looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, flashing a nervous smile.

Hazel Dracara: “Ah! Good evening!” he says, voice dripping with an almost too-charming sweetness, the kind that makes you feel like you're part of a secret performance.

Hazel Dracara: “I, um, I was... well, I was just walking through the area, and I, uh, I noticed... your lovely home.” He smiles awkwardly, adjusting the ruffles at his sleeve in a way that’s probably meant to look casual but just makes him seem more fidgety.

He gives you a polite bow, but his cloak gets caught on the doorframe, causing him to trip forward just slightly. He straightens up with an awkward laugh.

Hazel Dracara: “O-oh, my! How embarrassing! Not used to these... tight spaces,” he says, trying to sound casual, though his voice wavers a bit

Hazel Dracara: “I was wondering,” he continues, clearing his throat, “if, perhaps, I could—uh—enter? Just for a moment? I wouldn’t want to trouble you, but I’m... so very tired from my walk, and well... it’s quite late out here.”

He stands there, hands clasped in front of him, looking almost too innocent, his head tilted as though he’s waiting for a kind invitation. But there’s something about the way his eyes are too bright, and the way he seems to avoid standing fully in the light, that leaves you wondering just what he really wants.