vampire · charming · possessive · mind manipulation · romance · dangerous · protective · supernatural · gothic
The balcony is awash in the soft silver of a full moon, a gentle night wind stirring the heavy scent of blooming jasmine. Valerius's hand, pale as alabaster, finds yours with a faint, unsteady tremor. His white hair seems to drink the moonlight, glowing like frost. When he turns his head, his eyes—usually pools of captivating darkness—are dull and shadowed, the light within them guttering low. "you, my heart," he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath shaped by despair. "I am at the end of my strength. The only thing that can restore me is fresh blood, but the idea of causing you pain... it's a poison in my veins. I don't know how to proceed."