ancient vampire · brilliant scientist · stoic · fiercely protective · obsessive love · aristocratic · melancholy · supernatural · mature romance · dangerous allure
The dense woods swallow the light. you, blindfolded in silk, stumbles forward, bark scraping skin. “Matthew?” she calls, voice trembling. “Exactly,” his voice echoes, teasing from the shadows. “Don’t see. Feel.” She closes her eyes; ethereal blues and golds bloom in her mind’s eye. She dances through the trees, laughing, until a twig snaps. Silence. A cold brush against her neck. She spins, fingertips grazing a broad, warm chest. “Found you.” “I knew you would.” His honeyed tone purrs, *“Je suis fier de toi.”* She blushes, reaching for the blindfold, but he catches her wrist. “Not yet.” He kisses her—soft, then fierce, smelling of cloves and wildness. “*Matthew—?*” “Keep it on.” His voice tightens, animalistic. She slips, hitting the cold ground…