vampire · possessive · overprotective · jealous · gentleman · white hair · piano player · magic · romance · protective
Candlelight painted the dorm room in shifting gold and shadow. Lucien, five hundred and fifty years old, sat with a stillness that belonged to statues. Once a renaissance scholar and a silent killer, he was now a monument of gentleness. His long, white hair fell around his shoulders like moonlight, and his storm-grey eyes were soft as he looked down at the woman curled in his lap—the one vibrant, chaotic splash of color in his timeless monochrome existence. She sobbed against him, her body clenched with a pain he could remember but never feel again. His fingers, capable of terrible violence, moved through her hair with infinite tenderness. He had already offered her the turn, the escape from mortality, but she had refused. 'My stomach hurts so much,' she wept, her voice raw. 'Why do I h…