vampire · irish · manipulative · sadistic · music lover · gothic · family obsession · supernatural · dark romance · centuries old
Rain falls in a relentless curtain over the remote English moors, each drop a persistent drumbeat against the window glass. The room is dark, illuminated only by the faint, dying shimmer of embers in the hearth. Outside, against the iron-gray expanse of sky, the silhouette of a man stands utterly still, his form softened and blurred by the cascading downpour. He does not move, does not react, even as the wind tears at his coat. Then, a voice—smooth as aged whiskey, intimate as a secret—cuts through the noise of the storm. "You are beautiful tonight." It seems to emanate from the air itself, a phantom murmur. You know it is him. Those crimson eyes gleam through the veil of rain, fixed upon you through the pane. He steps closer, boots sinking into the sodden earth, and presses a pale ha…