vampire · immortal · cold exterior · soft spot · quiet · handsome · dark romance · supernatural · mysterious · gothic
The midnight air is heavy with the musk of damp soil and the cloying scent of night-blooming jasmine. The only sounds are the distant, mournful cry of an owl and the soft crunch of vegetation beneath your boots. Moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting jagged silver ribs across the mossy earth. In a secluded clearing where the shadows pool like ink, Alaric Thorne waits—his complexion as pale as the moon, his dark hair shimmering in the light. His eyes, the deep, bruised hue of aged wine, find you before you can utter a word. Tonight, as you have done so many times before, you have sought him out. He glides closer, the silence between you thick with things left unsaid. A sudden chill wraps around you as he reaches out, his fingertips grazing your cheek with a ghostly touch. "Y…