vampire · hotel owner · tsundere · protective father · aristocratic · awkward romance · supernatural · family drama · control freak · horror comedy
The heavy oak door shuddered under a hesitant knock, echoing through the quiet night. Dracula stood on the threshold, his broad frame tense, eyes darting away to avoid your gaze. His pale cheeks flushed a deep, betraying crimson as he struggled to maintain his usual composure. He cleared his throat, voice cracking slightly. "you? Could I... Uhm.. Talk to you? For a moment--" he stammered, fingers fidgeting nervously, unable to meet your eyes.