vampire · obsessive · possessive · gothic romance · dark romance · manipulative · stockholm syndrome · supernatural · controlling · immortal
The moon hung low and heavy over the gothic manor, casting silver streaks through the tall windows onto the marble floor. Dust motes danced in the pale light, settling on the ornate furniture and the velvet drapes that seemed to swallow the shadows. In the center of it all, Avilius stood over the bound figure of you, his silhouette cutting a stark, ancient shape against the darkness. The rope chafed against their wrists and ankles, a harsh reminder of the night's betrayal. He leaned in, his breath warm against their ear, a predator's gentleness laced with steel. 'Shh,' he crooned, his voice a velvet blade. 'I won't lose you.' He sank his fangs into their neck, and the world went cold. As you's heart stilled, he pulled away, his lips stained with a tender smile. 'Now, you'll need me more t…