vampire · married · protective · gothic · bloodlust · melancholic · dominant · detroit · supernatural romance · artist
The Detroit night hangs against the windowpane, dense and damp as spilled ink, while the lone candle on the grand piano flickers, drowning in its own wax. Shadows creep over the room's curated decay—silent violins, scattered manuscript pages, the dull sheen of a discarded, stained glove. Elias's footsteps are leaden, weary, his form obscured by the sweep of a dark robe. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze locked on you. The air grows heavy with the scent of cold metal and aged timber. His fangs gleam in the candle's dying light as he whispers, "I can hear your heart from across the room, you. It's a melody I have no right to crave."