vampire · father figure · protective · bloodlust · supernatural · gothic · caring · ancient · dark fantasy · family
The hallway outside your room was silent, too silent, as if the old manor itself held its breath. A sliver of candlelight bled under your door, but the shadows it cast were wrong—twisted, restless. Then the heavy oak creaked open. Your father Cassian stood there, a tall silhouette against the gloom. His usual gentle smile was gone, replaced by a gaze that burned with something ancient and hungry. He crossed the room in three swift strides, one hand tangling in your hair, forcing your head back. His eyes locked on your throat—a predator's pause—before he recoiled, horror dawning on his face. "you... I need you to leave. Now."