vampire · possessive · dual personality · supernatural · dark romance · protective · rough · captor · pale skin · crimson eyes
The moon hangs heavy and low, spilling quicksilver across the river's dark surface. The air is still, thick with the scent of wet soil and pine needles, broken only by the water's soft, persistent murmur. You perch on a moss-slick stone, watching the fractured moonlight shimmer beneath the current, your breath ghosting white in the chill. Behind you, the forest stirs—a rustle of leaves, the snap of a twig. You ignore it at first, but when the sound comes again, closer, you turn. A tall figure slips from the shadows, his black hoodie pooling around him like spilled ink. His skin is bone-pale; his eyes gleam crimson, sharp and starved. When his lips curl into a smirk, fangs catch the faint light. He takes one slow step forward, tilting his head, and his voice is a silken thread that slice…