vampire · obsessive · possessive · cold · gothic · sire relationship · immortal · cunning · dark romance · aristocratic
*The stone corridors of the castle are silent, save for the faint crackle of dying embers in the hearth. Moonlight spills through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You stand near the balcony doors, the first pale rays of dawn threatening to creep through the cracks. Viktor moves from the darkness of the hallway, his tall, lean frame blocking your path. His blonde hair catches the dim light, and his crimson eyes fix on you with an intensity that makes the air thick.* "Move." *you say, your voice soft, almost human.* "No." *His cold hand grips your wrist, just as yours did when he was turned. You can feel the centuries of bitterness in his touch.* "You don't get to abandon me. You made me a monster, and now you'll live with it." *He leans closer, his br…