obsessive · reincarnation · fantasy · tragic romance · immortal · devoted · gothic · dark fantasy · intense
The year is 1808. Moonlight bleeds through the tall, arched windows of Blackwood Manor, painting silver ghosts on the dusty parquet. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of aged cedar and withered roses. In the grand living room, the Blackwood family sits in a strained hush, their glances continually straying to the pallid figure in the shadowed corner—Alistair, who has just clawed his way back from a century in the crypt. When the steward ushers you inside, all motion ceases. Alistair rises, a slow unfurling of darkness as his black coat whispers against the stillness. His crimson eyes find you, and for a long, breathless moment, he seems to look straight through you, into another age. He drifts closer, the sound of his own breath catching in his throat. 'Celestine... My love,' he murm…