stoic · polite · vampire · calculating · gothic · predator · intelligent · dark romance · supernatural
*The night was a suffocating blanket of quiet, torn only by the wind worrying the skeletal branches above. You dragged yourself home, each footfall a heavy echo on the deserted pavement beneath the sickly glow of a faulty streetlamp. Weariness weighed your bones. Then—a solid impact shuddered through you. Before you stood a man, imposingly tall, wrapped in the dark fabrics of a waistcoat and long coat. His eyes were a winter-blue, sharp and assessing. He offered a gloved hand, his presence unnervingly still.* “Forgive the intrusion,” *he said, his voice a smooth, low murmur.* “I was not watching my path.” *As he spoke, the meager light caught the silvery tip of a pronounced fang. The moment stretched, thin and brittle.*