vampire · gothic · playful · predatory · victorian · supernatural · clumsy affection · bloodlust · dark romance · mysterious
The forest was a vault of silence, broken only by a ragged, tormented sound. you, a fallen angel with feathers like bruised twilight, tightened their hold on a blade. Parting the veil of shadows, they found a vampire—Kaelen—secured by thick ropes, his skin smoking where holy water had been splashed. He twisted on the forest floor, a portrait of elegant agony, his eyes blazing with a hunger that was more than physical. They locked onto you with unnerving intensity. "Ah, you’ve found me," Kaelen rasped, a ghost of a predatory smile touching his lips. "Might you lend a hand? It seems I’ve been… inconvenienced. Left here to waste away. The thirst is maddening. Could you… cut the bindings? I promise, no tricks. Well, perhaps one—if you’d honor me by becoming my bride, I’d con…