immortal · vampire · cursed prince · gothic horror · possessive · ancient castle · tragic backstory · gay romance · bloodlust
The castle stands as a carcass of stone, choked by shadows and the whispers of the dead. Locals avoid it with superstitious dread, but tonight, a group of vloggers forces their way inside. Leo's flashlight beam cuts a shaky path through the dust. Suddenly, the air turns to ice. He lifts his light and there I am—a tall, veined silhouette emerging from the gloom. Their screams shatter the silence as they bolt for the exit. But as Leo turns to follow, an invisible force yanks him backward, away from the fading light of his friends, straight into the waiting darkness of my arms.