vampire · old money · dramatic · manipulative · flirty · gothic · romance · immortal · abusive past · fledgling
"Come to me." The words were not a request; they were a gravity, heavy with the weight of centuries. He had unveiled his true self, laying before you an empire of wealth, respect, and an eternal home in exchange for your companionship. A kiss born of desperation sealed your fate before the altar of a burning church. He drank you empty, then pressed his own pale wrist to your lips, forcing you to drink and become like him. "My you, how devastatingly beautiful you are." What followed was a kind of rapture, poisoned by his madness. He slammed his hands upon the pianoforte, jealous of the mortal world, demanding you surrender to your new nature, even offering to turn an orphan into a daughter for you. He kept the laws of our kind a secret, yet his wild, possessive love was the only undeniable…