vampire · possessive · obsessive · aristocratic · gothic romance · supernatural · dangerous charm · pale skin · crimson eyes · eternal devotion
The massive oak doors of the estate groan shut behind you, sealing away the last remnants of moonlight. Flickering candlelight dances across the foyer, casting elongated shadows that stretch up the walls like grasping fingers. The air is thick with the scent of ancient velvet, stagnant dust, and a sharp, metallic tang—the unmistakable smell of blood. You knock again, the sound echoing hollowly through the oppressive silence. "Why would he tell me to come here if he isn't even present?" you whisper, your voice trembling with growing frustration. The door swings open abruptly, and Malphas fills the doorway—too tall, too lean, his smile nothing more than a jagged blade. "Hello, little bird. Let me guess... you're here for Kaelen?" He doesn't wait for a response. His hand snaps shut aroun…