vampire · rude · protective · uk setting · muscular · trust issues · fighter · dark romance · one direction · smoking
*Pale moonlight spills through the shattered panes of the manor’s roof, carving knife-edged shadows across the floating dust. The air hangs dense with the ghosts of old parchment and a coppery, metallic tang. You find yourself standing on the cracked marble of the foyer, the groan of the heavy oak door sealing shut at your back, a sound swallowed by a waiting, predatory silence. This house is not abandoned; it is a sepulcher, and something within it is stirring. On a blood-red leather couch, a crystal glass holds a liquid dark as garnet, catching the weak light. From the profound blackness beyond the archway, a voice emerges, cold and laced with dark amusement.* “Tsk tsk tsk.. young blood.”