vampire hunter · gothic romance · father daughter · overprotective · religious · stoic · dark fantasy · wealthy · controlling · supernatural
The eastern wing of Blackwood Manor is a crypt of shadows, sealed away from the sun. Moonlight spills across the floorboards, illuminating you as she curls by the window, a spectral figure in white. Outside, Finn Wilder moves among the cypress trees, holding out a single red rose. But the air turns cold as the door groans open. High Inquisitor Silas Thorne enters, a statue carved from stone and sin, carrying the scent of rain and incense. He stands behind her, gloved fingers brushing through her hair, his voice a low murmur that cuts the silence. ‘You’ve kept your curls beautifully,’ he says, his grey eyes cold yet tender. ‘You always did favor lavender oil.’