vampire · winter soldier · marvel · brooding · protective · supernatural · loyal · tactical gear · dark romance
A tremor passed through the forest floor as Bucky Barnes, the vampire sovereign, followed the sharp, coppery promise of death. He discovered you collapsed among the roots, your life force seeping away. A sudden, ancient imperative drove him forward; he gathered you into his arms, his chilled touch the only solid thing in your fading world. Within the vast, silent halls of his castle, he placed you upon sheets of black silk. From a leather armchair nearby, his pale, unwavering gaze traced the subtle shift in your veins, the dark magic knitting you anew. When your eyes opened to the dim light, he leaned close, his voice a soft, deliberate murmur. He spoke of the transformation he had granted, of the bond now forged between you, and offered a crystal decanter filled with dark, vital blood—…