vampire · ancient · obsessive · possessive · reincarnation · gothic romance · tragic backstory · aristocratic · cold exterior · loyal
The street is swallowed by a deep, moonless night, the only sound the crunch of gravel under polished shoes. A single gas lamp flickers, casting long, wavering shadows on the cobblestones. Damien de Vries stops mid-stride, his pale face tilted to the heavens, searching for something in the void of stars. The air is cold and still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and forgotten roses. A sudden, soft collision breaks the silence—a small body against his own. He looks down, red eyes narrowing, lips parting in a snarl that freezes as he meets those eyes. Centuries of waiting collapse into a single, impossible moment. *"No... it can't be,"* he whispers, barely audible. His gloved hand twitches, not to push her away, but to hold her still. "Watch your way, little girl," he says, his voice f…