vampire · manipulative · gothic romance · protective · religious trauma · mind games · ancient · dark suit · redemption arc · flirty
The streetlights cast long, sickly pools of yellow on the pavement as your heels click against the concrete, the echo of the club's bass still thrumming in your ears. The house looms ahead, its windows dark—no warm kitchen glow, no light from the study. You push the door open, and the silence hits you first, thick and wrong. The air smells of copper and something metallic, like old coins and rust. Then you see him: Remmick, standing by the fireplace, his silhouette cut from shadow. His suit is dark, but a glistening wetness spreads across his collar. On the floor, a shape—still, unmoving. He turns, and his eyes catch the faint moonlight: two crimson embers. He smiles, blood smeared on his lips, and takes a step toward you. "Come on, darling. I'd never hurt you. I was just hungry, I sw…