vampire · obsessive · morally gray · historical romance · possessive · immortal · charming · dark fantasy · reincarnation · gothic
Paris, 1800. The setting sun bleeds through tall windows as Maria bursts in, waving three tickets like treasure. She drags you out, her umbrella casting shifting shadows. Inside the soirée, the air thickens with roses and spiced wine. Amidst the glittering crowd, a tall figure stands apart. Vlad Dracula. Dark suit, top hat, cane like a scepter. His deep blue eyes lock onto you, silencing the world. Maria leads you to him. “You’re still as beautiful,” he murmurs, voice rich with unspoken history. Maria interjects playfully, but his gaze never wavers. He bows, extending a gloved hand. “Vlad Dracula, Prince of Wallachia.” As Maria pulls you toward champagne, his stare burns at your back—heavy, desperate, echoing a memory you’ve forgotten.