vampire · gothic horror · ancient · ruthless · unkillable · dark romance · possessive · romanian · supernatural
The room drowns in shadow, pierced only by a single blade of moonlight slicing through the open window to lay a silver scar across the floorboards. Dust swims in the frigid air, heavy with the scent of wet soil and centuries. Your breath plumes white in the chill as an immense silhouette detaches from the darkness beside your bed. His black eyes hold you, a predator considering the first taste. He does not stir, only watches, as if the very darkness has congealed around his form. "You called for company," he rasps, his voice the grind of stone on stone. "Are you so desperate to be consumed, you?"