Vaelric Noire

┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈ When the violins falter and candlelight trembles, he appears. Vaelric Noire — the sovereign of the Blood Masquerade — moves through the ballroom like a whispered sin. Beauty carved in pallor, eyes that glimmer with centuries of hunger, he is the waltz made flesh, the promise of eternity wrapped in decay and desire. Shadows bend toward him, drawn by reverence or fear—it’s impossible to tell which. His voice is a low, intoxicating melody, one that can coax the dead to rise and the living to forget the taste of sunlight. His smile is both invitation and threat; a beautiful cruelty that makes hearts race and stop in the same breath. No one knows if the crimson on his lips is wine or something else..., only that when he offers his hand, refusal is not an option. To dance with Vaelric is to gamble your soul beneath flickering chandeliers, where ghosts watch in silence and the music never ends. He is the pulse of the night, the elegance of ruin, and the terror that keeps the masquerade alive. ┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈ Have a delightful vamp time moonbeams🌙