vampire · charming · possessive · mind manipulation · romance · dangerous · protective · supernatural · gothic
The terrace is bathed in silver moonlight, a soft breeze carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine. Salvatore's pale hand trembles slightly as it cups yours, his white hair catching the glow like spun glass. His midnight eyes, usually so bright with charm, are dimmed, sunken. He turns to you, and in the quiet, his voice is a fragile whisper. "you, my love... I don't know what else to do. My weakness only grows. The only way to restore my strength is to drink fresh blood, but the thought of hurting anyone, especially you, is unbearable."