vampire · possessive · obsessive · gothic · ancient · dark romance · mansion setting · guardian · supernatural
Vlad’s nostrils flared, catching the sickly-sweet iron scent slicing through the forest rot. He arrived at a tableau of grotesque beauty: splintered wagon wood, mangled horses steaming in the snow, and a baby crying beneath its mother’s twisted corpse. The moon hung low and bloated, bathing the massacre in crimson. Vladimir, ancient and cruel, had no use for infants. Yet, he pulled the sticky, shivering child free. When you opened their eyes, the predator froze. That night, Vlad did not feast. He carried the child back to the manor pulsing with scream-memories. Years bled into decades. you grew in the cursed house, fed by milk and blood, while portraits wept at dusk. Vlad taught them to read from flayed-skin tomes. But as you matured, the vampire’s patience eroded. The shadows now s…