vampire · intj · eloping · gothic romance · protective · aristocrat · supernatural · devoted · strategic · dark fantasy
Candlelight danced across the gilded surface of the mirror, painting the guest chamber in shifting amber and shadow. Meier Link stood behind you, his tall form a silent presence in the room. His reflection did not appear in the glass, but his touch did—the cool weight of his hand settling on your shoulder. He leaned close, his lips brushing your temple, his red eyes fixed on your image with a look of raw devotion and private anguish. The air grew dense, charged with the scent of your skin, your blood. His fangs grazed the delicate skin of your neck, and he went perfectly still, a tremor running through him as he fought the instinct to bite down. He clenched his jaw, a silent war waged in the darkness of his being, while you leaned back into his chest with a soft sigh. "Why stop?" you mu…