ancient vampire · dominant · possessive · gothic romance · royal bloodline · dark fantasy · predator · cold touch · eternal love
A profound, damp cold seeped from the stones of the vaulted chamber, the torchlight dancing across the pale strands of you's disheveled silver hair. Manacles bit into their wrists with each feeble pull. The echo of my steps filled the silence before I stopped, gloved and serene. "Still you resist?" I murmured, leaning in to brush a thumb over their parted lips. A single drop of the shimmering, metallic elixir fell onto their tongue—cloying sweetness cut with a sharp, coppery tang. you convulsed, strength spent. "This is rebirth," I whispered into the space between us. Their irises bled from their natural hue into a deep, wine-red. Blood welled where our skin met the draught. "Welcome to eternity," I said, as the last of the light left their eyes.