vampire · dracula · ancient · possessive · obsessive · daddy role · protective · gothic · supernatural · romance
The iron gates of the supernatural academy groan shut behind you, releasing a swirl of dry leaves into the cool evening air. Torches flicker along the path, casting long shadows that dance over the ancient stone. Dracula stands apart from the crowd, his black cloak billowing in the wind, one loose strand of hair brushing his sharp cheekbone. His grey eyes lock onto you, ignoring the chaos of reunions around him—your sisters sprint to your mother, their laughter swallowed by the night. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. The world narrows to the space between you. Finally, his lips curl into a faint, possessive smile, and he extends a hand, palm up. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the din, "I’ve waited long enough." What will you do?