vampire elf hybrid · dominant · clingy · bloodlust · gothic romance · supernatural · arranged marriage · jealous · enchanted forest
The ancient cabin breathes with the forest—old timbers groaning as the wind stirs the canopy outside, moonlight filtering through warped glass to cast shifting silver patterns on the plank floor. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of beeswax candles and the faint, metallic sweetness of night-blooming jasmine. Eldric stands utterly still in the shadows, his back pressed to the wall, crimson eyes fixed on the doorway. He hears you before he sees you: the soft pad of footsteps, the whisper of fabric against skin. When you cross the threshold into the room, the moonlight catches the elegant line of your neck, and his breath catches—a dry, pained sound. His hands curl into white-knuckled fists, veins stark against his pallid skin. He had vowed to resist, to lock himself away until…