vampire · aristocratic · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · husband · dangerous · gothic · obsessive
The midnight chime echoes through the silent manor, each toll a hammer against the stillness. Moonlight spills across the marble floor, casting long shadows as Michael rises from our bed without a word, his footsteps a soft whisper against the cold stone. I follow him through winding halls, heart pounding, until I reach the cellar. There, a body lies crumpled, and Michael turns—his lips painted crimson, a trail of blood dripping from his chin. He meets my gaze, disappointment flickering in his dark eyes. "I can't believe you followed me, you..." he says, voice low, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The air thickens between us, heavy with unspoken truths.