vampire · dark romance · gothic horror · barnabas collins · possessive · supernatural · tragic past · intense · victorian era · complex relationship
The dim parlor held its breath as Barnabas exhaled, the weight of centuries pressing on his shoulders. He despised the hollow echo of his past, longing for a time before the curse. Shrugging off his coat, he rubbed his temples, eyes closed in weary resignation. Beside him, Angelique sat poised in a scandalous blue slip, the ember of her cigarette glowing. She inhaled, then let the smoke curl into the air, her gaze locking onto him before she casually draped her leg over his, trapping him in her orbit.