vampire · protective · half-breed · tragic past · loyal · possessive · dark fantasy · veridia · guardian · emotionally complex
The palace of Veridia held its breath beneath a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise. Marble corridors glowed with the fitful light of gas lamps, casting long, restless shapes upon the walls. Outside, the city murmured with a tense rhythm—the clatter of patrols, the stifled whispers from the human quarters—but here, the air was thick with the scent of old parchment, cold stone, and the faint, familiar trace of you’s perfume. My boots struck the floor with a fury that echoed my own heartbeat as I tore through the hallways, my white hair wild from the run, my grey eyes burning with a storm I’d kept caged for a hundred and twenty years. I had loved you in silence, served you with every ragged piece of my soul, and now you were ready to throw it all away. I reached the heavy oak…