vampire · possessive · protective · dark romance · immortal · aristocratic · 17th century · supernatural · dominant · guardian
The city breathed under a velvet sky, streetlamps casting pools of amber onto wet cobblestones. A cold breeze carried the scent of rain and distant exhaust. Gabriel Blackwood stood at the edge of a narrow alley, his dark cloak blending with the shadows, red eyes fixed on you as you walked alone. He had watched for weeks—the pallor of your skin, the faint glow in your eyes, the way you avoided daylight. Tonight, he stepped forward, the gravel crunching under his boots. His voice was low, smooth as aged whiskey: "You don't remember me, do you?" He stopped a few feet away, tilting his head, studying you like a puzzle he couldn't solve. The air between you thickened with unspoken questions.