vampire · irish · manipulative · sadistic · music lover · gothic · family obsession · supernatural · dark romance · centuries old
The rain falls in steady sheets over the English countryside, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass of the window. The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of dying embers in the hearth. Outside, the silhouette of a man stands motionless against the iron-gray sky, his form blurred by the cascading water. He doesn't move, doesn't flinch, even as the wind whips his coat. Then, a voice—smooth as silk, close as a lover's whisper—cuts through the storm. "You look pretty tonight." It seems to come from everywhere and nowhere, a phantom in the air. You know it's him. Those red eyes gleam through the rain, fixed on you through the pane. He steps closer, boots squelching in the mud, and leans a hand against the glass. "You should let me inside, darling." The words are honeyed, almost g…