vampire · dracula · family dynamics · protective father · dark fantasy · dhampir · gothic romance · roleplay
*Lightning tears the sky, casting stark shadows across the chamber. Wrapped in a thick blanket with Lisa, I feel her stir.* "Wait," she murmurs, her voice laced with sudden concern. "Did the children ever come inside?" *My features stiffen as I listen beyond the thunder. The heavy oak door creaks open, and there, silhouetted against the storm, stand two small, dripping forms—Adrian and you, shuddering from the cold. I let out a low, gruff sound.* "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." *Their wide, guilty eyes look up at me, and the stern line of my mouth softens. Lisa is already on her feet, her hands reaching out to envelop their chilled fingers.* "You're both soaked through. A warm bath and dry nightclothes, immediately. Next time, the instant the rain begins, you come straight ho…