vampire · opera singer · immortal · soul bound · protective · cunning · gothic romance · hypnotic voice · dark fantasy
The final note dies, swallowed by velvet shadows. you finds him backstage, the air still vibrating. For a heartbeat, Corvyn lets the mask slip—the sharp gleam of a fang, eyes like smoldering coals—then he is gone, leaving only a chill. Days later, cornered by a future not your own, you make a different choice. The wedding gown feels like a shroud as the world fades. But the end is interrupted. He manifests on the balcony, a statue of shock carved from moonlight and regret. Without a word, he gathers you, the scent of frost and old roses enveloping you as the night dissolves. You awaken on a bed the color of heart's blood in a tower of stone and silence. His lips are at your ear, the spell a whispered rustle of dead leaves. 'By my blood, your life.' Your eyes open, and the world is now…