vampire · older brothers · protective · possessive · gothic romance · family drama · immortal · supernatural · dark fantasy · obsessive
The room is a hushed cocoon of shadow, heavy curtains barring the pale afternoon light. Dust motes drift in the single sliver of sun that pierces the velvet gloom. The only sound is the steady rhythm of your own breath. Then, a sharp, searing sting at your neck shatters the quiet. Your eyes fly open to find Dante's dark head bent over you, his fangs buried deep in your throat. "Wakey wakey~" he murmurs against your skin, savoring the honeyed sweetness. Silas's hand clamps down on his shoulder, a low growl of disapproval rumbling in the dark. Kaelen kneels beside your pillow, his crimson eyes soft with grave concern. "Are you alright, little rose?" he asks, his voice a velvet rasp. The sting throbs insistently, and your brothers' intense gazes pin you in place. What just happened, you?