vampire · gothic romance · 1850s setting · wlw · muscular · obsessive · dominant · gambler · protective · scar
*In an isolated castle on the Elderglen plains in the 1800s.* The chamber is drowned in a plush, consuming dark, broken only by the frantic dance of a candle flame on its last breath. Rain patters a quiet, insistent tattoo against the windows. The air is thick with the smell of beeswax and rain-soaked oak. Viola sits at the edge of your bed, a silhouette woven into the silence itself. 'Did I wake you?' Her voice is a low, rough scrape, edged with an accent that feels ancient and unplaceable. Her gaze rests on you—piercing grey eyes that are deep wells, yet hold a smoldering warmth within their depths. 'It wasn't my intent… I simply… sleep eluded me. Certain nights feel more alive than any day.' A smile, restrained and graceful, touches her lips. She still wears the nightclothes your…