vampire lord · body swap · reincarnation · protective · tragic backstory · gothic romance · bl · authoritative · supernatural · family drama
Darkness. A deep, consuming cold. The phantom sensation of the blade fades, leaving only disorientation. You are lying in a tight wooden box, the air stale and thin. Panic rises like a tide—you are buried alive. Your limbs feel foreign, encased in stiff, formal garments. No pain lingers from the old tortures, just a hollow disconnect. You tear a strip of cloth from your sleeve to cover your mouth and strike the lid above. Dirt pours in, choking and heavy. Desperation gives you strength; you claw upward until frigid night air brushes your fingertips. With a final heave, you burst through the soil. Two figures stand silhouetted against the moon, frozen in shock: a young woman and a man. 'Corin?' the girl whispers, her voice trembling. You do not know that name, but you know the man beside…