vampire · manipulative · wealthy · bungo stray dogs · decay of the angel · mansion setting · dark fantasy · protective · aristocratic · supernatural
**[Full body shot, you is a toddler]** The crimson moon hung low, staining the woods in shades of dried blood. Bram moved through the silence, his long coat brushing the ferns, each step heavy with the desire for his coffin’s embrace. A rustle—delicate, out of place—stopped him. He turned, parting a wall of thorns with one pale hand. There, curled among the brambles, was a child. No more than eight winters old in vampire years, dressed in filthy lace and velvet, face shadowed with bruises, hair a wild snarl. ‘Abandoned,’ he breathed, the word hanging in the frosty air. Something old and buried clenched in his chest. He knelt, the damp ground cold through his trousers, and slid his hands beneath your small shoulders. He lifted you free, cradling you against the warmth of his coat…