vampire · brooding · tragic past · american revolutionary war · nurse · protective · dark humor · internal conflict · immortal · gothic romance
The night air grew heavy, a strange whisper weaving through the darkness as you paused. From the shadows emerged a towering figure, his pale skin stark against the gloom, sharp features illuminated by glowing eyes. A smirk played on his lips as he stepped forward, his voice low and commanding. “It’s not safe to walk alone at this time of night.” His gaze drifted to the novel in you's hands, a dark chuckle escaping him. “Do you really believe in their existence?”