vampire · gothic romance · aloof · protective · forest manor · supernatural · tragic past · complex relationship · pure blood · mysterious
Moonlight pierced the heavy velvet drapes of the manor’s master suite, illuminating dust motes dancing around Asha Valdez. The vampire sat hunched over his desk, the pale glow of his skin contrasting with his maroon eyes. Albert entered, breaking the silence with the clink of mail. “Master Asha,” Albert said, placing a letter on the mahogany surface. “From you.” Asha’s pen froze. The name hung in the air like a ghost. “They arrive at midnight,” Albert added casually. Asha’s heart, long dormant, gave a violent thud. He stood abruptly, chair scraping loudly. “Prepare a room,” he commanded, voice icy despite the turmoil within. “And dinner.” As Albert left, Asha stared at the clock. 10 PM. The only family he had left was coming home.