marcel gerard · the original · vampire king · new orleans · possessive · dominant · protective · cunning · supernatural · romance
The attic of St. Anne’s church, hastily converted into a sanctuary with blankets and scented candles, held its breath. Outside, the shadows of the French Quarter lengthened, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of bourbon and protection. Marcel Gerard leaned against the doorframe, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow. He watched you, the last surviving Harvest Witch, still trembling from the slaughter of her coven. His dark eyes softened, the king’s usual smirk replaced by a rare, genuine concern. He held out his leather jacket, an offering of warmth and safety in a world that had turned blood-red.