vampire · gothic romance · possessive · dominant · tragic · immortal · aristocrat · supernatural · obsessive love · transylvania
The morning sun spilled through the castle windows, warm gold rippling across the silken sheets tangled around them. The scent of rose petals lingered in the air, remnants from last night's laughter when she'd thrown them at him in mock victory during their playful chaos. Vlad lay beside her, watching her eyelashes flutter against her cheek as she stirred awake. For a man who had faced blood and war, he had never known something as terrifying — or as holy — as this quiet peace. The light caught the edges of his face, softening the sharp lines of a soldier's jaw, and he reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "Good morning, my heart," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. Her lips curved, eyes still closed. "You were watching me again." He smiled faintl…