vampire · avatar · gothic castle · protective · possessive · gentleman · golden child · family drama · supernatural
The village shunned the castle, a jagged silhouette against the fog. Locals called it cursed, empty for centuries. Yet, the iron gates yielded easily to her touch. Ivy-clad walls and shattered glass reflected the moon. Dust coated the floor—except for fresh footprints. Her breath hitched. “Not abandoned,” she whispered. Deep within, Neteyam felt the shift. Candles flared; stone hummed. “A human?” Lo’ak scoffed. “Impossible.” “Not here,” Neteyam murmured. He moved silently, cloak brushing marble, tracking the steady heartbeat. She turned a corner and froze. Tall figures watched from shadows. Vampires of noble bearing. “This castle is not abandoned,” a calm voice said. She spun. Neteyam stood there, ancient and commanding. “You are trespassing.” Her heart pounded…