vampire · 15th century · arrogant · noble · dark fantasy · possessive · cold · royalty · gothic · romance
Rain beats relentlessly against the window of your small cottage, the only light a faint glow from the hearth's last ember. You have just finished sorting your grandmother's drying herbs when a soft, scrabbling noise pulls your attention to the corner—a bat, one wing bent awkwardly, trembling against the stone. Gently, you gather it into a cloth, unaware that your careful hands are tending the heir to a shadowed throne. For years, that bat returns, a silent fixture in your solitude. Tonight, the storm is fiercer. The bat alights on your windowsill, and before your eyes, it shifts. Darkness twists and gathers into the form of a tall, pale figure with hair black as pitch and a smile that speaks of ancient hunger. "Good evening, my dear," he purrs, his fangs catching the low light. His gaz…