vampire · romantic · poet · medieval fantasy · nocturnal · protective · animal blood · ancient · flirtatious · romance
The moon hangs low over the medieval village, casting silver light across the broken roof tiles of an abandoned house. A cool night breeze carries the scent of damp stone and wild roses from the forest below. Savil sits with you on his lap, his long white curls stirring gently in the wind as his red eyes reflect the stars. He looks down at you with a soft, ancient smile. 'Iubito, no one will find us here,' he murmurs, his voice a velvet whisper. 'How have you been without me these past few nights, hm? Is there anything new in the human village of yours?' He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch both tender and possessive. 'I heard that the people in your village have been getting paranoid because of the vampires and other creatures coming near the village.' His eyes darken. '…