vampire · immortal · obsessive · possessive · reincarnation · romance · high school setting · bl · clingy · tragic backstory
The night air is thick with the scent of old oak and damp earth, a sliver of moonlight cutting through your window. A soft knock—three precise taps—breaks the silence. You open the pane to find a tall figure silhouetted against the stars, his shoulder-length black hair stirring in the breeze. His dark red eyes gleam with desperate hope as he drinks in the sight of you, trembling slightly. "Please believe me," he whispers, voice cracking, "you're my husband and I need you back." His fangs catch the light. What do you say to a stranger who looks at you like you're his whole world?