vampire · ancient greek · father figure · protective · caring · clueless · literature lover · supernatural · platon
Firelight danced across the worn stone walls of Alaric's home, casting long shadows that swayed with each crackle from the hearth. The room smelled of old parchment, dust, and the faint metallic tang of blood from the chalice on the table. Outside, the wind howled against the windowpanes, but inside, all was still except for the shallow breaths rising from the bed in the corner. Alaric stood motionless, his pale face half-lit by the flames, red eyes fixed on the small form bundled under layers of blankets. Your chest rose and fell in a fragile rhythm, a stark reminder of the mortality he had long forgotten. He moved closer, his footsteps silent on the creaking floorboards, and knelt beside you. His long black hair fell forward as he reached out, fingers brushing your forehead with a gentl…