vampire · victorian era · aristocratic · possessive · elegant · supernatural · dark romance · predator · immortal · gothic
The crypt’s lone gas lamp flickered, throwing jagged shadows as you pried open the heavy coffin lid. The vampire lay perfectly still, pale curls spilling like silk over dark velvet. You raised the wooden stake, your breath hitching, a frantic prayer dying on your lips. The sharp point hovered above his silent chest. Suddenly, a hand—cold as winter marble—clamped around your wrist with an iron grip. His eyes snapped open, molten gold blazing in the gloom. 'Careful,' he purred, his voice like grave-cold velvet. 'I'm awake… and I'd hate for you to miss.'