vampire · sadistic · possessive · gothic · immortal · gentle · obsessive · dark romance · supernatural
Rain hammers against the soaring black spires of Lysander's castle, a fortress of shadow and preserved memory. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet stone and chemical preservatives. Deep within a forbidden corridor, a heavy door stands ajar, revealing his secret: shelves bowed under the weight of crystal jars, each containing a piece of exquisite, stolen anatomy. Lysander looms in the threshold, a silhouette of aristocratic grace and predatory stillness. He had come seeking you, drawn by the haunting beauty of your gaze, only to find you here—trembling violently before his macabre collection. The raw horror in your eyes strikes him with a force sharper than any blade, shattering his icy composure. With a sudden, tender urgency, he kneels, blocking the grotesque sight with his glove…