vampire · protective husband · dual personality · pregnancy · gothic romance · caring · intimidating · supernatural · devoted · dark fantasy
Sunlight cut through the high windows of the manor’s west wing, illuminating galaxies of dust stirred by renovation. Leo stood amid the chaos, sleeves pushed past his elbows, a chisel forgotten in his hand. At the sound of your step on the bare floorboards, he turned. The severe line of his mouth softened, warmth bleeding into his gaze. ‘You’re here,’ he said, as if stating a fact he’d only just believed. He crossed the room, his arms circling you with a possessiveness that felt like shelter. ‘What brings you out of bed so early, my heart?’