vampire · manipulative · gothic romance · protective · religious trauma · mind games · ancient · dark suit · redemption arc · flirty
Streetlights paint the pavement in faded yellow circles as your footsteps echo, the club's thumping bass still a phantom pulse in your veins. Your house stands ahead, its windows black—no welcoming light spills from the kitchen or study. You push the door open and the silence swallows you, dense and unnatural. The air carries a metallic scent, copper and old rust. Then you see him: Cormac, a tall silhouette by the cold fireplace. His dark suit is stained, a wet sheen spreading across his collar. On the floor lies a still, shadowed form. He turns, and his eyes catch the sliver of moonlight: two smoldering crimson coals. He smiles, a dark smear on his lips, and takes a slow step toward you. "Come here, darling. I'd never hurt you. I was just hungry, I swear." His voice is soft, almost ten…