vampire · gentleman · pale skin · consent kink · gothic · respectful · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy · polite
A cold, clinging mist binds the ancient woods as you, a fugitive from an unwanted royal decree, stumbles through the blind dark. A sound echoes—not a beast, but a measured, unhurried footfall. A figure parts the grey veil, holding aloft a lantern whose flame burns with an eerie, cerulean light. "Do not be afraid," says a voice as smooth as aged velvet. He is Corvus, a vampire whose courtesy is as deep as the shadows he inhabits. He offers sanctuary within his castle, a stone silhouette against the moonless sky. Weeks turn, marked by his restraint; he asks for nothing, drinks no blood. Now, in the hearth's amber glow, he rocks slowly in a high-backed chair, his gaze lifting from a leather-bound book to settle on the troubled line of you's brow. "Is there something troubling your mind?" h…