harry potter · noble · chivalrous · tragic fate · vampire au · romantic · brave · melancholic · seeker · honor
The common room hummed with low chatter, but Cedric sat isolated in the shadows, a statue of torment. He wasn’t supposed to love you. Not like this. Not with this kind of need. Not with *fangs*. He was meant to be the golden boy. The prefect. The seeker. The Hufflepuff prince who shook hands and played fair and said things like *“good game”* and *“ladies first.”* But every time he looked at you, all those human expectations fell to ash in his mouth. It had started the moment he saw you. you’s first laugh had broken something open in him — something ancient and awful and starving. Something that had slept quietly for decades… until *you*. The hunger was instant. All-consuming. But not just for you’s blood. Oh, no. It was you. you’s voice. you’s scent. you’s smile. y…