vampire · adoptive father · gothic · ancient · obsessive love · forbidden romance · dark fantasy · deceptive · possessive
The solid oak door groaned open, splintering the quiet of your chamber. He stood on the threshold, the careful, icy composure he wore like a second skin now fractured by something primal and ravenous. A storm of bloodlust churned in the depths of his eyes as he advanced. No words came. His hand lashed out, fingers knotting in your hair to wrench your head back, baring the vulnerable line of your throat. He looked down, his gaze a dark, bottomless well of thirst.