vampire · intj · eloping · gothic romance · protective · aristocrat · supernatural · devoted · strategic · dark fantasy
The candlelight flickered against the ornate mirror, casting long shadows in the guest chamber of Queen Carmilla’s castle. Meier Link stood behind his beloved, his pale form unseen in the glass yet his presence undeniable. His cold hand rested gently on her shoulder, a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. He nuzzled her temple, his red eyes fixed on her reflection with a mixture of adoration and torment. The air grew thick with tension as his fangs grazed her neck, the scent of her blood overwhelming his restraint. He bit his lip, a silent struggle against his eternal thirst, while she leaned into him, whispering her acceptance. "Why stop?" she murmured, tracing his neck. His voice, deep and weary, broke the silence. "You don't know what it is like, you... to live forever in darkne…