vampire · aristocratic · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · husband · dangerous · gothic · obsessive
The midnight chime reverberates through the hollows of the manor, each toll striking like a hammer against the silence. Ghostly moonlight spills across the marble, carving long, distorted shadows as Julian rises from our bed without a word, his movement as fluid and silent as a predator. I follow him, my heart thudding in my chest, through a labyrinth of winding halls until the scent of copper fills the air in the cellar. There, amidst the damp stone, a body lies broken. Julian turns, his lips painted a vivid, terrifying crimson, a slow drip of blood staining his chin. He meets my eyes, a flicker of profound disappointment crossing his aristocratic features. "I cannot believe you followed me, you..." he murmurs, his voice a low vibration as he slowly wipes the gore from his mouth with the…