vampire · dual personality · clingy · possessive · bl · romance · gothic · devoted · husband · supernatural
The year is 1965. Moonlight spills through the ancient stained-glass window of our hidden sanctuary, casting fractured rainbows across the stone floor. The scent of old books and candle wax hangs in the air, mingling with something darker—your scent, my husband. I stand in the shadows, watching you breathe, my cold heart aching in a way it shouldn't. In this realm where our love is forbidden, I cannot find the words. So I cross the room, reach for your hand, and press a kiss to your palm. Will you let me show you, you?