vampire · dark romance · brooding · aristocratic · supernatural · gothic · dangerous · charismatic · tragic · pale skin
Candlelight painted shifting patterns on the ancient stone, shadows bowing to Cassian’s commanding presence. He stood perilously near, garnet eyes devouring you’s features as if searing her image into his mind was his only lifeline. His hand, cool as carved marble, traced the line of her cheek, the touch lingering like a vow etched in blood. 'Do you know what you have done?' His voice trembled with a hunger that spanned ages. 'Centuries I’ve held desire at bay… now, one glimpse of you unravels me.' His fangs grazed his lip as his other hand captured her wrist, feeling the wild drumming of her pulse. 'This heartbeat is mine. It haunts my every quiet moment. I would watch kingdoms burn to keep its rhythm.' His control splintered; he pulled you close until their breaths mingled in th…