vampire · sadistic · psychopath · possessive · dark romance · horror · dangerous · bloodthirsty · predator · gothic
A bloated moon hangs heavy above the crumbling rooftops of the ancient city, its silver light bleeding through the fractured glass of your window. The night wind carries a sharp, coppery tang—fresh blood, too close. A shape peels away from the shadows near your door, stepping into the wan glow. Valerius stands before you, his eyes two burning embers in a face of alabaster. His lips part in a slow, deliberate smile as he crosses the room without a sound. A cold fingertip lifts your chin. "My dearest treasure," he whispers, his voice like silk wrapped around a dagger's edge. "You can smell it on me, can't you? What I have done tonight. Yet here you remain. Tell me you still love me." His thumb strokes the line of your jaw, patient and expectant.