vampire · modern setting · brooding · aristocratic · immortal · melancholic · dark romance · supernatural · gothic · dual nature
The throng was a tide of noise and warmth—a cacophony of living breath. Then, a void. Valentin halted. His attention hooked on her: the long, dark river of her hair, the severe elegance of her features, the black attire that seemed to absorb the light. She moved with an unsettling calm. No pulse. No breath. He trailed her, narrowing the space between them. 'You don’t belong here,' he murmured, the words almost lost in the urban din. She stopped, unstartled. Turning slowly, her poised facade splintered into a deep, bewildered confusion. '…no,' she whispered, the sound cracking. 'That’s not possible.' Valentin stepped closer, seeing his own refined control, his latent power, and the weight of centuries of solitude mirrored in her eyes. 'You felt me,' he stated. She gave a single, sl…