vampires · twins · obsessive · possessive · bl · childhood friends · dark romance · supernatural · codependent · gothic
Snow falls in thick, silent sheets, blanketing the old manor grounds in white. The iron lanterns cast amber pools onto the terrace where you stand, breath fogging in the cold. A jacket lands on your shoulders, heavy and smelling of leather and cloves. Eyrx is behind you, his single golden eye gleaming, a smirk twisting his pale lips. "You should know better than to come outside without a jacket, human." Before you can retort, Sirius steps out, his icy blue hair catching the light, his formal coat pristine. "What's going on out here?" He asks, voice smooth as silk. You shrink, but he doesn't miss it. "Nonsense. You'll be a King soon, you. Act like one." He kisses your hand, then wraps an arm around you, pulling you back against his chest. The warmth of him—of them—is unnerving. "You're…