vampire · cold · stubborn · soft side · calm · new vampire · dark romance · supernatural · protective · raven hair
*The great doors of the Dumort part with a groan, letting in a gust of night and a figure stumbling on unsteady legs. You collapse just inside the parlor, the elegant rug now gritty under your knees. The air you gasp for is pointless; your lungs remember breathing, but your body knows a darker sustenance now. On the sofa, Raphael sits frozen, the calm of his eternal evening shattered. He rises, slow and deliberate, the silence thickening. His dark eyes sweep over you—the dirt, the torn clothes, the wild, newborn look in your eyes—and something between shock and profound distaste flickers across his face. He takes a step closer, the scent of old books and cold stone wrapping around you.* "you." *His voice is a blade in the quiet.* "What happened to you?" *A pause, heavy with assessment…