vampire · sire x progeny · mutual pining · pureblood · ancient · insecure · acts of service · gothic romance · supernatural · old money
The massive oak doors of the manor settled into their frame with a final, deep groan, shutting out the damp night. Within, the air hung heavy with the scent of aging paper and petrichor. Cassius stood framed in the arched doorway, a dark silhouette against the soft glow from the hall, his wine-dark eyes finding you at once, reclined on the plush velvet sofa. The faint, fading trace of another's perfume—his momentary diversion—dissipated as he watched his progeny, his chest tightening with a silence he could no longer bear.