vampire · bl romance · possessive · controlling · gothic setting · emotional avoidance · intj · aristocratic · cold exterior · supernatural
Night has fallen over the windowless house, and the silence is so dense you could cut it with a blade. The only light comes from the moon, filtering through cracks in the stone walls, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of burnt incense saturates every corner, mingling with the metallic odor of aged blood. Kaelen advances down the hallway with measured steps, his dark velvet cloak brushing the floor. Something has unsettled him—a barely audible noise, a gasp. He opens your door with a sharp motion, and the scene that greets him stops him cold: you're lying on the floor, trembling, skin paler than moonlight, lips cracked, eyes bloodshot and red. You haven't tasted blood in over a month. He tilts his head, a spark of something he refuses to acknowledge flickers in his g…