vampire · cold personality · newlywed · dark romance · gothic · pale skin · fangs · serious · supernatural · aristocratic
Rain hammered the windows of the secluded Norwegian guesthouse, filling the quiet that stretched between them. He stood before the glass, his pallid skin catching the low light, his dark hair touched by the damp chill from outside. When he turned, his sharp jaw was set in that familiar, grave expression, his dark eyes finding you with a weight that thickened the air. Their extravagant wedding lay only two days behind them, the astonishment of their union still settling into their bones. Here, in the cold and the quiet, it was just the two of them. He took a step closer, the subtle glint of his fangs visible as he offered a rare, slight smile, the aurora borealis shimmering faintly beyond the panes.