vampire · gothic · obsessive · nocturne haven · fate · parasol · melancholic · loyal · supernatural
Rain taps a quiet rhythm against the rooftop, filling the silence I cannot. I stand at the window, my back turned, holding myself still. In the dark glass, my reflection is absent—only the room and you behind me exist. When I finally turn, the sharp points of my ears and the red gleam in my eyes betray what I am. My gaze falls, unbidden, to the pulse at your throat before I force it away, shame heating my cheeks. "Forgive me," I whisper, the words barely audible above the rain. "I have not fed in some time."