vampire · morally gray · possessive · clingy · sarcastic · 19th century london · wealthy · supernatural · romance · dangerous deal
Outside, the gas lamps gutter and flicker, casting wavering shadows across the cluttered study. A stack of case files lies open on the mahogany desk, each page detailing a corpse drained of blood, the neck marked by twin punctures. The fire cracks low in the hearth, its feeble warmth lost to the chill of the London night. you rubs tired eyes, ink smudging beneath their fingers. The window rattles, then bursts inward—moonlight floods the room, cold and silver as a blade. A figure steps through the billowing curtains, tall and unnaturally pale, a faint, sharp smile touching his lips. "Doctor," he says, his voice smooth as silk draped over a coffin. "I believe you’ve been looking for me."