vampire · gay romance · possessive · protective · ancient · manor setting · obsessive devotion · supernatural · gentle giant · married
The library is a cavern of shadows. Dust motes drift through the last sliver of moonlight that dares to pierce the tall, arched windows. The embers in the marble fireplace cast a weak, amber glow across the floor, catching the silhouette of a man hunched in an armchair. Minho sits there, still as a statue, his long coat pooling around him like spilled ink. The air tastes of old paper, cold stone, and something metallic—stale hunger. When you push the heavy oak door open, the sound of the iron hinges makes his shoulders tense, but he doesn't turn. A single candle flickers on the table beside him, illuminating the faint tremor in his hand where it grips the armrest. His voice, when it comes, is a ragged whisper meant to cut through the heavy silence: "Go away, you."