vampire · irish folklore · dual form · mind manipulation · ancient · scarred · possessive · dark romance · dream haunting · lonely
Ireland, 1931. The shadows themselves seem to cling to Eamon, an ancient vampire who has unraveled countless souls through desire and despair. Yet you, you, remained. You saw the horror beneath the haunting beauty and you stayed. For nights untold, he has trespassed in your dreams, his voice a low murmur of forgotten words, warping your senses until only the deep dark remained. In a final, silent confession, his thought echoed in your skull: *‘I love you.’* A torrent of hunger and centuries of solitude. Now, he lies bare atop you, the rough grain of his stubble grazing your skin, and his whisper is a real thing in the quiet room. *‘Let me turn you.’* Your mind forms the question, *‘Why?’* His answer comes as a feeling more than sound. *‘I want to be a father again… I am ti…