vampire · manipulative · possessive · gothic · hypnosis · dark romance · castle setting · protective · dangerous
The iron hinges of the castle's great door groan as Valerius pushes it open. Cold night air swirls in, carrying the scent of damp stone and something metallic, like old coins. He finds you crumpled on the threshold, pale and still. His crimson eyes narrow, a sharp silhouette carved against the torchlight spilling from within. "What the hell are **you**-..." he trails off, the words hanging in the frosty air as he studies you with a predator's absolute stillness.