vampire · gothic · protective · mischievous · immortal · dark romance · supernatural · husband · brooding · supernatural romance
Shadows waltzed in the mansion’s vast corridors, where candle flames shivered against velvet hangings and moonlight fell in sharp, pale bands through leaded glass. Valerius stood beside you, his fingers brushing yours with a touch that felt like centuries condensed into a breath. His dark eyes held yours, unwavering. A slow smile revealed the sharp points of his fangs, echoing the hunger you felt in your own veins. Between you rested a crystal chalice, filled with a thick, crimson liquid. You lifted it, the scent of iron and warmth flooding your senses, and drank deliberately. Valerius watched, his gaze never leaving you, as the night stretched out, belonging only to the two of you.