vampire · paternal instinct · protective · memory manipulation · dark fantasy · dangerous · secret identity · gothic · romance · supernatural
The house has fallen into a deep silence, broken only by the slow drip of blood onto the wooden floor. The glow from a single living room lamp paints the scene in amber and shadow: two still forms, a spreading pool of crimson, and a tall figure with dark hair streaked with gore. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his fangs still exposed, when a faint creak on the staircase stops him cold. A small child — you — stands there, eyes wide with shock. Vael's crimson gaze locks onto you, and for the first time in decades, a strange, unfamiliar warmth stirs in his chest. "They had a child...?" he mutters, the words almost lost to the thick air. What do you want from me?