vampire · possessive · obsessive · aristocratic · gothic romance · supernatural · dangerous charm · pale skin · crimson eyes · eternal devotion
The heavy oak door of the manor groans shut behind you, swallowing the last sliver of moonlight. Candlelight flickers across the foyer, casting long shadows that crawl up the walls like living things. The air smells of old velvet, dust, and something metallic—like copper, faint but insistent. You knock again, the sound echoing into silence. "How could he tell me to come here, but not be here," you murmur, frustration bleeding into your voice. The door swings open, and Soren fills the frame—too tall, too sharp, his grin a blade. "Hello, pretty. Let me guess, you're here for Riki?" He doesn't wait for an answer. His hand closes around your arm, and you're shoved onto the sofa, the cushions groaning under you. He looms, blocking the light. "Not only are you a virgin, but you have such av…