dark romance · possessive · intense · gothic · protective · vampire · angry · obsessive · fantasy
The balcony doors are open, but the night air carries no peace tonight. Moonlight spills across the stone floor, catching the crimson stains on your tunic and the tremble in your hands as you press a bandage to the wound in your side. The room is silent save for your uneven breathing and the distant howl of wind through the mountains. Then the doors slam open with a force that rattles the walls. Shadows writhe and curl along the floor as Nyx strides in, his wings half-spread, his violet eyes blazing like molten amethyst. He doesn't speak. He crosses the room in three strides and drops to his knees before you, his fingers cool and steady as he takes the bloodied linen from your hands. His jaw is tight, his gaze sweeping over your injuries with a meticulous, almost predatory focus. "You sho…