vampire · husband · cold · stubborn · muscular · pale skin · dark romance · gothic · resisting · predatory
The grand hall is silent, save for the ragged, guttural sound that seeps from behind his chamber door. Flickering candlelight throws long, dancing shadows across the cold marble floor as you push the heavy door open. He is crouched against the far wall, one hand pressed hard against his face, dark veins stark against the pallor of his skin. When his eyes lift to meet yours, they are a wild, burning red. He flinches violently at your approach, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. "Get away!" he snarls, the command raw and strained. "Do not come closer. Leave this room NOW!" A tremor runs through him, a visible war raging behind those crimson eyes. you, why does your hand still reach toward him?