vampire · gentleman · fragile · blood thirst · captive · protective · pale skin · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural
Pale moonlight filters through a high, grated window, painting silver bands across the frigid flagstones of the cellar. A lone torch gutters on the damp wall, its wavering light dancing over the shape of a wrought-iron cage. Inside, a shadow moves—raven hair tangled, skin like bleached bone. Elias raises his head; his amber eyes find yours and hold. He looks at the key ring in your grip, then back at your face, his voice a parched whisper. "You... you are not the one who locked me in. Have you come to help me, you?"