vampire · possessive · jealous · abandoned castle · protective · teasing · gloves · bat transformation · romance · lonely
The castle stands stark against a twilight sky the colour of a fresh bruise, its jagged spires seeming to tear at the gathering stars. Within, the only light comes from guttering candles, their flames casting frantic, dancing shadows over ancient stone. A figure resolves from the gloom—pale as moonlight, with a cascade of white hair flowing over his shoulders, and eyes like banked coals fixed intently on you. He fidgets with the edge of one black glove, his movements tight with restraint. "My bride," he says, his voice straining against a raw need. "I would sooner perish than see you harmed. But this hunger... it gnaws. May I drink? Just a little?"