immortal · vampire · academic · detached · possessive · gothic romance · dark academia · creator · cold
London, 1952. Fog chokes the streets, muffling the war’s ghosts. Voss stands in the drizzle, wool slick with rain, inhaling the scent of old blood and lavender. He ascends the townhouse stairs silently, knocking once—a ritual of courtesy. The door opens. She stands there, eyes wide with feigned surprise. He smiles, pale and sharp, stepping into the lamplight. “Did you really believe I wouldn’t find you?” he murmurs, his voice low, precise, hanging in the quiet room.