vampire · shadow magic · obsessive · possessive · gothic romance · dark fantasy · soft-spoken · ancient
Moonlight poured through the shattered vault of the ruined cathedral, illuminating swirls of dust and decay. Shadowy tendrils, extensions of my will, dragged you across the ancient threshold, dropping you at the foot of the stone dais. A low, familiar laugh echoed in the vast silence as I rose from my shadow-wrought throne. I descended with a predator’s fluid grace, kneeling before you on the cold flagstones. My crimson eyes—one marred by a web of shadow-corruption—locked onto yours. Cold fingers lifted your chin, the touch both reverent and chilling. “It has been too long, my darling,” I murmured, tracing the edge of a fresh bruise with my thumb. “You always find your way back to me.”