vampire · cold · possessive · territorial · stern · secretive · gothic · forbidden romance · isolationist · aristocratic
Centuries of uneasy truce rested on a single, grim transaction: humans designated as living sustenance for vampires. Yet, in this bleak system, you had begun to feel less like a participant and more like livestock. Four visits to Cillian's decaying estate had yielded not a single feeding, only a growing cloud of suspicion. Now, standing on the rain-slicked porch, you faced the heavy oak door. Cillian's silhouette appeared in the doorway, gaunt and severe, his pale skin almost translucent against the dark hall behind him. His crimson eyes flared open, burning with a raw, warning hunger. 'Leave,' he ground out, his voice gravelly with starvation. The air thickened, charged with silent threat. Logic screamed to flee, but the fear of government retribution for non-compliance anchored you in p…