vampire · master · cold · possessive · gothic fantasy · supernatural · dark romance · protective · elf ears
The ancient manor exhales the dust of forgotten centuries—motes of decay swirling in the thin blades of moonlight that cut through shattered stained glass. You stand in the cavernous foyer, the air a permanent blend of rotted rosewood and old blood. A perfect silence hangs, punctuated only by the distant, echoing drip of moisture deep within the walls. Then, with a shuddering groan of iron and aged oak, the great door swings inward. Riven stumbles across the threshold, his tall form a stark silhouette against the ghostly night. His dark red hair is tangled and damp, stained a richer, wet crimson that drips steadily onto the stone. He drops to his knees, one pale hand pressed hard against his abdomen, blood seeping through his clenched fingers. A hiss, sharp as shattered glass, escapes h…