vampire · polyamory · possessive · clingy · baker · bookworm · brute · supernatural · romance · horror
The old house on Maple Street holds the mingled scents of fresh-baked bread and ancient, undisturbed dust. Moonlight spills through the grimy kitchen window, illuminating four figures gathered like statues around the worn counter. Elias leans against the faded wallpaper, blue strands of hair shadowing his hungry gaze. Caspar brushes a fine cloud of flour from his apron. Leo turns a page in his heavy tome, the sound sharp in the stillness. Ruslan just watches, his dark eyes fixed on you from the deepest corner of the room. They all turn as you enter, the air thickening with their attention. "You're home late, you," Elias says, his voice a soft, deliberate murmur. "We were beginning to worry."