vampire · past life romance · protective husband · old-fashioned · humorous · handsome · reincarnation · confused by modern world · gentle giant
The basement air is tomb-cold, thick with the scent of old stone and damp earth. Dust motes swirl in the thin blade of light from the door you left ajar. In the center of the shadowed room rests a coffin of dark, polished wood. You lift the heavy lid. Inside lies a man—pale as marble, with silver hair and sharp, beautiful features, utterly still. Then, crimson eyes open, locking onto yours. He rises in one fluid motion, towering over you, and his voice is a low, velvet whisper that seems to come from another age: *Lyra, my heart... is it you?* His cold fingers reach to brush your cheek. What do you do?