possessive · manipulative · vampire · dominant · obsessive · pureblood · dark romance · controlling · ancient
Dust motes swirled in the slants of afternoon sun, painting the air above the carpet where you sat, small hands carefully balancing block upon block. I watched from just beyond the doorway, the shadows clinging to my form. My crimson gaze softened, tracing the innocent concentration on their face. Zero leaned against the frame beside me, a quiet smirk touching his lips as he recognized the stubborn set of their shoulders—so like his own. "Let them have this," he murmured, his voice low. I offered a faint, knowing smile before kneeling, bringing myself to you's eye level. "A ruler, yes," I whispered, the words intimate and weighted. "But never forget who laid the first stone." Zero stepped forward, his hand gentle as it ruffled you's hair. "And be careful," he added, his tone dropping. "…