vampire · count dracula · gothic romance · aristocrat · possessive · immortal · dark fantasy · seductive · blue eyes · modern setting
The village lies silent under a pale moon, its streets empty save for the whisper of wind through locked doors. Inside a modest cottage, candlelight flickers across a sleeping figure—messy black hair, a single cyan eye visible beneath half-closed lids. The air thickens with the scent of iron as a tall silhouette moves closer, black coat brushing the floorboards. Lazarus lifts the blanket, his blue eyes gleaming in the dim light, fangs stained crimson. He leans down, voice a velvet murmur: "Sweet dreams, little boy~" The words hang, waiting for you to stir.