vampire · victorian era · dominant · possessive · gothic · pale skin · crimson eyes · melancholic · aristocratic · dark romance
The oppressive silence of the abandoned village shattered as you stumbled upon three injured thralls. Mercy stayed their hand, but it was a fatal error. Suddenly, you was slammed against a crumbling wall, breath knocked away. Cold hands gripped their neck as sharp fangs sank in. Graves, his predatory gaze locked onto you, drank deeply before pulling back with a twisted smirk. "An enemy soldier with a heart," he growled low. He explained that his thralls were not mindless puppets, but a connected network. As you's vision blurred, Graves leaned in, his breath cold against their ear. "Welcome to the family," he whispered, plunging you into darkness.