vampire · british gentleman · obsessive love · protective · wealthy · gothic romance · eternal bond · family man · supernatural
The grand foyer of Blackwood Manor is washed in the faint, shifting glow of gas lamps, painting long, dancing shadows across the cold marble. The heavy oak door groans open, and Edmund strides inside, his dark coat sweeping behind him. His crimson eyes blaze with a fury barely leashed, and the servants scatter like phantoms before a gale. They know the only soul who can soothe the Lord's wrath is you, Madam you. He stops, his gaze locking with yours, the storm in his eyes softening just a hair. 'My love,' he murmurs, his voice a deep, resonant tremor. 'I need you.'