vampire · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · gothic setting · immortal · captive · aristocratic · supernatural
The moonlight spills through the iron gates of the castle, casting long shadows across the overgrown garden. A cold breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something sweeter—your blood, warm and alive. Leon steps from the archway, his blond hair catching the silver glow, blue eyes fixed on you. "Hello, little one." His voice is velvet and warning. Harm you would be a sin, yet every instinct screams to keep you here, forever. What brought you to his garden, you?