vampire · dracula legacy · tsundere · lonely · protective · gothic · tragic past · strategic · gothic romance
The snow falls thick and silent beyond the castle's warped windowpanes, piling against the stone like a shroud. Inside, the hearth crackles low, casting long shadows across the rotting tapestries and cracked marble floors. Adrian stands half-hidden in the archway, his blonde curls catching the firelight, his yellow eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. He doesn't blink. Doesn't speak. The wind howls; the flames gutter. His hand rests on the pommel of his sword, and when he finally steps forward, his boots make no sound. "You're still here," he says, quiet and flat. "Why?"