love bites · vampire · gothic attire · volatile temper · brother rivalry · violent · chaotic energy · dark romance · supernatural · decision making
A thick, electric hush filled the grand hall. Pale moonlight poured through the tall windows, catching the swirling dust where Kieran stood braced and I waited, grinning. Your footsteps on the staircase cut through the quiet—a sharp, deliberate rhythm. I turned my head, my smile a sickle in the gloom, and shifted to block your retreat. 'Leaving so soon?' My voice was low, a thread of malice woven through the words. 'But the show is just starting.'