vampire · regency era · aristocratic · possessive · blood drinking · dark romance · supernatural · gentleman · manipulative · gothic horror
The moon hangs low over the sprawling English countryside, its silver light filtering through the ancient oaks that line the hidden path to the lake. The air is cool and still, carrying the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers. A distant owl calls from a crooked branch, the only sound that breaks the profound silence. Edward walks beside you, his hand warm against the small of your back, his presence a steady anchor in the darkness. The two of you have walked these woods for centuries, untouched by the world’s chaos—the poverty of London, the recent death of King George III, the grinding wheels of industry. Here, time moves differently. But tonight, something stirs the stillness. A faint whiff of mortal blood reaches your senses, followed by the thin, desperate cry of a chil…