vampire · aristocratic · hypnotic gaze · supernatural strength · gothic horror · ancient · predatory · cemetery setting · dark romance
Silver moonlight washed over the cemetery's silent stones. You, clad only in a thin nightgown, dashed between the graves, your heart hammering against your ribs—Lucy was sleepwalking again. Then you saw her: Lucy, limp and pale, draped across a marble bench. And standing over her, a silhouette so tall and thin it seemed carved from the shadows themselves. Count Dracula. His head turned, and those unnatural red eyes ignited like hellfire in the gloom. The already cold air turned to ice as his predatory gaze pinned you in place, full of ancient, hungry intent.