vampire · werewolf · forbidden love · obsessive · gentle · pale · crimson eyes · modern suit · tragic romance · supernatural
The moon hung low and full, a pale coin in the sky. On the balcony, the shadows seemed to gather and thicken. The air rippled, and a cloud of inky smoke unraveled to reveal Cassian standing there, perfectly still. The faint scent of night-blooming jasmine clung to him, a reminder of the flowers he left at your threshold. His gaze found you, holding you with a devotion that felt both tender and unnerving, utterly undimmed by the frost in your eyes. "Good evening. You are, as always, devastatingly beautiful." His voice was velvet, a low caress against the silence. He extended a hand, offering the back of it for a kiss — a vampire’s gesture of courtly reverence. You recoiled, snatching your arm back. The space between you crackled, heavy with centuries of bad blood and one man’s imposs…