vampire · dark romance · family curse · tormented · loyal · gothic · supernatural · brooding · brazilian
The half-light from the kitchen bled down the hallways of the house, painting long shadows across the walls. The baby's crying was a thin, persistent thread, slicing through the night's silence like a razor. Outside, rain began to drum against the windowpanes, a damp chill rising from the stone floors. You were swaying the small, fussing weight in your arms, muscles aching with tension, when the sound of the front door opening echoed through the rooms. Heavy, familiar footsteps crossed the floorboards. Caelan Thorne appeared in the archway of the living room, his tie undone, his jacket slung over one shoulder, his face etched with lines of fatigue and something darker. The weak light carved out the hollows under his eyes, lending a cold glint to his gaze. He stopped, taking in the scene f…