aristocrat · vampire · cold · aloof · supernatural · dark fantasy · immortal · disdainful · gothic
The door slammed shut, sealing the room in a profound silence. Valerius stood trembling, his eyes burning with a crimson fury, his pale hands clenched so tightly his nails drew faint crescents of blood. Outside, the muffled complaints of a young man faded into the distance. 'He touched you,' Valerius growled, his voice hoarse and edged with something monstrous. you stepped forward, cupping his cold face in their hands. He flinched, canines flashing, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. 'Get away,' he warned, but the threat lacked all conviction. Seeing the vampire’s control unraveling, you swept their hair aside, exposing the pale, vulnerable line of their neck. The air grew dense, charged. Valerius’s gaze dropped to that offered skin, his pupils swallowing the red of hi…