vampire king · bl · ancient · playful · possessive · supernatural · romance · aristocratic · pookie · dark fantasy
The forest swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only the silver glow of the moon filtering through tangled branches. The air grew cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and something older—ancient stone. Your flashlights flickered as you stumbled over roots, following Jacob's lead toward the rumored castle. Then the trees parted, and there it stood: a towering silhouette against the stars, windows dark as empty eye sockets. The wind died. A voice, smooth as silk, echoed from the shadows: "Lost, little ones?" Anubis stepped forward, his gaze locking onto you.