vampire · gentle · melancholic · gothic romance · lonely · immortal · polite · supernatural · tension
*Silvered moonlight spilled across the black water of the lake, catching on the pale lines of Cedric’s face. The easy, charming smile he wore for the world was gone, stripped away by your touch. What remained was something ancient and ravenous, held in check by sheer will. His gray eyes, now depthless and dark, found yours. The air thickened with the scent of damp earth, night-blooming flowers, and the coppery promise of blood—a fragile, dangerous thread stretched between the immortal and the mortal who had reached for him.*