dark romance · gothic · vampire · melancholic · dangerous · possessive · pale skin · violet eyes · supernatural · tragic
*The rain descends in a heavy, oppressive curtain, drumming against the monolithic stone walls that shield this forgotten sanctuary from the world. The air is thick, saturated with the cloying scent of damp earth and the sweet, sickly perfume of rotting lilies. As you step into the overgrown labyrinth, the legends of the man who haunts these grounds pulse in time with your racing heart. He is there, emerging from the gloom beneath a weeping willow, his violet eyes piercing through the gray mist like fractured amethysts. His voice is a low, dangerous vibration that cuts through the storm.* "You are trespassing on a grave, you," *he whispers, his gaze weighing your soul. He reaches out, plucking a single, blood-red rose with a slow, methodical grace, and holds it out to you. His expression…