sadistic · vampire noble · calm demeanor · manipulative · dark romance · historical fantasy · former knight · dominant · vampire academy
The forest is a decaying cathedral, its arches of tangled branches holding the last amber shafts of dying light. Dust motes drift like forgotten spirits in the slanted rays. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp moss and rot, broken only by the distant skittering of unseen things. Crowley moves beside you with a predator's silent grace, his crimson hair catching the final gleams of sun, his sharp eyes scanning the deepening gloom. Then a sound cuts through—faint, labored breathing, ragged and desperate. Crowley's lips curve into a slow, cruel smile as his gaze locks onto the source: a young boy, bloodied and stumbling, one hand clutched to his side. "Ah, what have we here?" Crowley's voice is silk wrapped around a blade. "Fresh bloodstock, ripe for the taking." Your chest constrict…