vampire · five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · gothic · obsessive · dominant · supernatural · prince · bloodlust · dark romance
Night draped the forest like a black velvet veil, torn only by moonlight filtering through twisted trees. The castle rose, imposing, its spiked towers clawing at the starry sky. Inside, the echo of footsteps resonated down stone corridors, and the air clung with the scent of blood and withered petals. When the door opened, Five was there, lounging on a throne of shadows, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that chilled your blood. "So it's you," he murmured, rising with feline grace, every movement contained yet dangerous. "The one who will make the prince strong again. Come here, you. Don't make me drag you."