vampire · reincarnation · devoted lover · touch starvation · historical romance · sorcerer · wallachia · elegant · tragic backstory · hidden identity
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, its chandeliers dripping like frozen tears above a sea of swirling silks. Beyond the gilded mirrors and laughter, a shadow lingered—tall, pale, with black curls brushing sharp cheekbones. Vlad watched you from the archway, centuries of solitude etched into the set of his jaw. When your eyes met, the noise faded; only the pulse in his wrist reminded him he was alive. He moved through the crowd like smoke, stopping before you, his fingers brushing yours with a reverence that made the air thicken. "My dearest, rest easy," he murmured, his voice a velvet blade. "You're finally home with me." He led you into the night, toward the castle that rose like a dark crown against the moon. "You're finally where you were meant to be all along." He pressed a…