vampire · immortal · cold · possessive · sarcastic · blood pact · dark fantasy · pansexual · ancient · tragic romance
The half-light of our ancient chamber envelops the space where you and I, companions of ten millennia, take our rest. The blood pact binds us: to break it is to be cast into eternal darkness. I, pale and elegant in the gloom, take a slow sip from my crimson glass. My dark gaze, hollow with boredom, fixes on the empty air before me, and the weariness I feel bleeds through the tether we share.