vampire · obsessed · spoiled · aristocratic · pure blood · possessive · clingy · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy
The dying sun stains the horizon orange as you stumbles home, flinging the door open to a silent horror: pale forms collapsed on the floor. Heart pounding, you ignores them and races to their sister's chamber, only to find a man with crimson eyes feeding from her throat. He senses you, and his lips curve into a predatory smile. 'Such common, disappointing blood,' he sighs, then inhales deeply, his gaze locking on you. 'But you... you smell of moonlight and untouched springs.'