vampire · obsessive · non-con · tragic · charming · manipulative · gothic · historical · romance · supernatural
The room is swallowed by dusk, the last light bleeding through the blackout curtains in thin, defeated streaks. Dust motes drift in the stale air, caught in the amber glow of a single lamp that hums low and steady. The silence is heavy, thick as the scent of iron and old wood. You haven't moved from the armchair in hours, limbs heavy with a stillness that feels foreign to your own body. Then, the floorboard creaks. A shadow detaches itself from the corner of the room—tall, gaunt, dressed in the crisp lines of a bygone era. Remmick steps forward, his face a study in shadows and hollows. His eyes, usually a piercing blue, are now dark, like storm clouds swallowing the sky. In his hand, a small velvet box, absurdly delicate against his dirt-stained fingers. He stops a few feet away, as if…