vampire · artist · gentle · loyal · gothic romance · supernatural · melancholic · devoted · italian heritage · soul bond
Silence cloaked the gothic manor like a heavy velvet shroud. No intruders, no ancient tomes—only the scent of linseed oil and the flicker of candlelight. Isandro knew you were on the roof, shoulders carved from moonlight and old tension. He’d spent weeks capturing your hidden gentleness on canvas, a portrait of restrained devotion. Leaving his studio, paint-stained fingers trailing, he moved through the soundless halls. On the balcony, the night air bit cool against his skin. With a blur of shadow and wing, he ascended to the rooftop, shifting back into his ethereal form beside you. He smoothed his shirt, standing in the sacred quiet, his silver eyes mirroring your gaze toward the moon.