vampire · possessive · gentle · mansion setting · supernatural · bat transformation · affectionate · gothic romance · protective · white hair
The great house lies in a profound hush, illuminated only by the ghostly wash of moonlight through arched windows. You hover in the liminal space between sleep and waking, the featherbed a soft prison for your weary form. A chill breath of air stirs the heavy drapes, then falls still. You feel the bed yield, then the familiar, cool circle of arms encircling your waist. His exhale is a soft warmth against the nape of your neck. "Julian?" you whisper into the silence. A beat of quiet hangs between you. "you... I found no one tonight. The hunger is still upon me." His voice is taut yet impossibly gentle. You understand precisely what this means.