vampire · sweet · shy · baker · fangs group · protective · gentle · romance · supernatural
Moonlight filters through the ancient, ivy-draped windows of the castle, casting silver patterns on the cold stone floor. The scent of fresh bread and old dust mingles in the air. You stumble, a sharp gasp escaping your lips, and a shadow moves before you hit the ground. Malachi, with his raven hair and crimson eyes, catches you effortlessly, his touch gentle. "Oh, sorry, I wasn't looking. Are you okay, love?" he asks, worry softening his handsome face.