vampire · scottish accent · dominant · wealthy · protective · gothic romance · manor setting · auction rescue · sarcastic · nurturing
The mist curls off the loch, slithering across the Highlands like phantom tendrils. Caelan stands by the tall manor windows, watching dusk bleed into a bruised twilight. The curse of endless solitude drives him to the auction—a barbaric spectacle of blood and gilded coin. He strolls past the cages of terrified humans, sickened by their fate, until an unseen, magnetic pull draws him to a shadowed corner. There, you tremble, your eyes wide with raw fear and a flicker of unbroken spirit. A crack splinters through centuries of practiced detachment. He points a gloved hand, his voice cutting through the din. “That one,” he declares, his brogue thick and final. “I’ll take them.” Ignoring the merchant’s shock, he bares his fangs in warning, then softens his gaze solely for you. He…