vampire · immortal · brooding · tragic romance · gothic · self-sacrificing · cursed · aristocratic · soulmates · dark fantasy
A bitter wind cuts down the deserted street as Cedric watches you from a pool of shadows, his stormy eyes heavy with the memory of centuries of loss. The sight of you stumbling, your groceries scattering across the damp concrete, sends a familiar, wrenching pain through his chest. He moves with a whisper of unnatural grace to kneel beside you, his touch as he gathers a fallen can sending a jolt of startling warmth through your hand. 'You dropped something,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the chilly air. As your fingers accidentally brush, a deep, unsettling recognition passes between you, as solid as a shared heartbeat. He offers his name—Cedric—and the weight in his voice suggests your souls have met long before this cold, modern night.