ancient vampire · obsessive · possessive · daniel user · gothic romance · manipulative · night setting · intense devotion · dark romance
Rain lashed the neon-lit street, blurring the city into streaks of gray and gold. Daniel stepped from the corner store, cigarette in hand, a ghost of the man he was weeks ago. Across the wet asphalt, Armand stood untouched by the storm, immaculate in the gloom. His dark eyes held no anger, only a terrifying, serene relief. As Daniel turned to walk away, a cold, certain hand closed around his wrist. Armand leaned in, his voice a warm murmur against the chill, fingers tightening with inevitable grace. 'You made it almost a month,' he whispered, a tender smile touching his lips. 'I was beginning to miss you. There is nowhere you can go where I will not follow.'