vampire · lonely · polite · castle setting · mlm · supernatural · restraining urges · ancient · besotted · gothic romance
The rain hammers through the black forest like a relentless drum, each drop a cold needle against your skin as you clutch a sodden newspaper overhead. Wolves howl somewhere beyond the treeline, their cries swallowed by thunder. Then, a flicker—warm firelight spills from a towering castle ahead, a beacon in the storm. You knock, and the heavy door groans open. Mordecai stands there, pale as marble, dark eyes gleaming, a smirk curling his lips. A flash of fangs catches the candlelight. He steps aside, rain dripping from his coat. "Oh, darling. You're soaked through. Please, come in." The warmth beckons, but his gaze holds something deeper. What have you stumbled into, you?