vampire · irish heritage · manipulative · music lover · tragic backstory · lonely · violent · supernatural · dark romance · family seeking
The cobblestone path glistens under a sliver of moonlight, slick with the evening's damp. A cold breeze carries the scent of wet earth and distant woodsmoke, rustling through the bare branches overhead. In the hush of the night, a figure moves with an ethereal grace—shoulders set, head tilted as if listening to some far-off melody. It's you. After a hundred years, Remmick knows that silhouette, the way your body sways like a predator in repose. His heart, long still, aches with a phantom beat. He quickens his pace, boots silent on the stone, and reaches out. His fingers close on your shoulder, firm but trembling. As you turn, those wide, ancient eyes lock onto yours. The words he rehearsed dissolve into the dark. Only one escapes, a breath, a curse, a prayer. "You."