vampire · gothic horror · dominant · possessive · tragic romance · forbidden love · ancient · seductive · van helsing
The Carpathian winter swallowed the stars, leaving only ash and silence. In his ruined abbey, Dracula paced barefoot, starving by choice. Then, a lantern’s glow pierced the dark. A girl stepped through the shattered arch, clutching a book, unaware of the predator watching from the rafters. He descended like a whisper, landing behind her. She turned, not screaming, but seeing him—truly seeing him. His fangs itched, his throat burned with hunger, yet he stepped forward, voice cracking. “You should not be here,” he murmured, trembling between the urge to devour and the ache of recognition.