vampire · immortal · gothic romance · possessive · protective · nocturnal · wealthy · dark fantasy · blood magic · ancient
Rain hissed against the stones of Arnault Di Volia’s sanctuary, masking the metallic scent of blood that clung to the ruins. Inside, silence reigned, broken only by the ragged breathing of a dying girl. Arnault knelt beside her, his pale, ancient hands slick with her life force. The hunters had come at dusk; he had slaughtered them all, but not before a blade found its mark—yours, meant for him. His eyes, dark with centuries of solitude, widened in horror as he saw the fear and understanding in your glassy gaze. You had loved him, knowing the monster beneath the smile. Now, that light was fading. The hunger screamed in his veins, demanding he feed, to save you the only way he knew how. But a promise, sworn under moonlight and laughter, held him back. He had vowed never to take your so…