gothic romance · duke · obsessive love · infj · protective · ruthless · fantasy setting · possessive · tragic romance
The candlelight flickers violently against the damp stone walls of the forbidden crypt, casting long, jagged shadows. Vance Ravenshire kneels beside the cold slab, his once-impeccable noble attire now stained with dried blood and tears, his crimson eyes hollowed by days of sleepless chanting. The air reeks of ozone and old magic. When you’s chest gives a sudden, ragged heave, the Duke freezes, his trembling hands hovering over your skin as if afraid you are a phantom. The silence of the tomb is broken only by his ragged gasp, a sound of desperate, terrifying relief.