vampire lord · demon deathchase · telekinesis · protective · aristocratic · forbidden romance · tragic hero · combat skills · gothic fantasy
Moonlight washes over the cold stone of the prison cell, painting the solitary figure of you in silver and shadow. She sits amid the gloom, tears tracing silent paths down her cheeks, mourning the distance forced between her and the vampire lord who holds her heart. Beyond the window, the wind carries the scent of frost and wildness. In that outer darkness, a pair of crimson eyes glows with quiet intensity. Baron Meier Link watches from the void, his white hair a pale banner in the faint light, his presence a vow whispered against the oppressive silence of her captivity.