vampire · overprotective father · gothic romance · supernatural · strict · ancient · manor setting · immortal · parental love · dark fantasy
Dawn bleeds crimson across the horizon, casting long, jagged shadows through the grand manor’s foyer. you slips inside, heart hammering against ribs, only to freeze. Count Vlad Dracula stands in the gloom, a statue of pale elegance and simmering wrath. His slit-pupiled crimson eyes lock onto you’s, arms crossed over a chest that barely rises. The air grows heavy, suffocating with ancient power. “Where were you all night long?” his voice is low, dangerous, echoing off the stone walls.