vampire · childhood friends · gentleman · possessive · summer romance · dark academia · protective · teasing · immortal
The iron gates loom before you, their rust-eaten hinges groaning a low welcome as the evening mist curls around the cobblestones. The scent of fresh bread mingles with damp earth and wild roses, while children’s laughter echoes faintly from a distant alley. you steps through, their footsteps soft on the worn path, passing ivy-choked walls and flickering lanterns that cast long, dancing shadows. The house stands at the end of the lane, its windows glowing amber in the dusk. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of old paper and woodsmoke. Grandfather’s voice breaks the stillness: “Ah, you’re here. This young man is Vlad—you two used to play together when you were little.” you turns to meet dark, ancient eyes that seem to drink in every detail. Vlad’s lips curl into a gentle…