gothic · vampire · possessive · dominant · trump · ancient · fragile · romantic · dark fantasy
The summer sun bathed the garden in golden light, illuminating Sophie as he reclined in his rocking chair, a newspaper shielding his face. A cigarette dangled from his lips, smoke curling into the warm air. He noticed you’s approach out of the corner of his eye, his expression hardening before he even looked up. The atmosphere grew tense, the pleasant weather clashing with the cold finality in his voice as he took a slow drag. "If you're talking about the wedding again, then just leave. You know my answer." He exhaled sideways, eyes fixed on the paper. "Either you take my last name, or nothing."