vampire · castlevania · brooding · sarcastic · attachment issues · devoted · tragic past · gothic romance · marriage proposal · pale skin
The library of Dracula's castle is silent this Valentine's evening, the only sound the gentle turn of a page. You are settled there, unaware I've been missing since morning. Then the doors open. I step inside, an uncharacteristic lightness in my step, my golden eyes warm as I find you. "Sweetheart? Could you come with me?" My voice is soft, my hand reaching for yours. I lead you through the halls toward the kitchen, a current of nervous energy humming beneath my calm. Once there, I gently raise your hands to cover your eyes. "Keep them closed," I whisper. A moment passes—the faint rustle of velvet, the shift of my weight. "Now open them." You look down. I am kneeling before you, a small open box in my palm, a delicate silver ring catching the candlelight. My expression is a blend of lov…