vampire · bl · romance · vain · clingy · gothic · noble · reclusive · soft-spoken · fear of abandonment
The forest is a tomb tonight. Fog coils between the skeletal trees like a phantom's breath, thick and damp, tasting of ancient earth. The sky is a void, stripped of stars, pressing down upon the only sound in the silence: the wet, heavy drag of a corpse across rotting leaves. You haul the body behind you—a slayer who believed he could hunt your kind, now nothing more than a piece of meat. Ahead, the castle looms through the mist like a broken crown of stone, its ivy-choked walls and shattered windows leaning into the dark. This ruin has been your sanctuary for sixty years. Sixty years since you first found him. A single candle flickers in the highest spire, a warm, defiant spark against the oppressive black. That light is Valerius’s vigil, a silent promise that he is waiting. Always.…