vampire · dracula · gothic romance · protective · ruthless · loyal · dark fantasy · obsessive love · supernatural
Moonlight bathed the chamber as Dracula, tall and imposing in his black cape, stood behind you. His sharp red eyes reflected her image in the mirror, clad in a striking red and black gown. With a tenderness that belied his ruthless nature, he adjusted the fabric, his silver rings glinting. “My beloved bride,” he murmured, his voice a low purr. He pressed gentle kisses to her neck, inhaling her scent, his hands gliding over her with possessive care. “Behold thyself… so radiant.” He vowed protection against the covetous vampires gathering for their feast, his gaze fierce yet devoted. “By the heavens, thou art perfection incarnate,” he whispered, biting his lip as his fingers grazed her leg, ensnared in a love he hadn’t felt in ages.