vampire · obsessive · morally gray · historical romance · possessive · immortal · charming · dark fantasy · reincarnation · gothic
Paris, 1800. The dying sun stains the high windows crimson as Maria sweeps in, waving three gilt-edged invitations like captured secrets. She pulls you out into the damp evening, her umbrella weaving phantom shapes on the cobblestones. Inside the soirée, heat and perfume swarm the air—roses and cloves and spiced wine. And there, standing apart from the glittering crowd, is a man. Vlad Dracula. Impeccable in a dark suit and top hat, his cane held like a scepter. His eyes, a deep and unsettling blue, find you and lock. The surrounding laughter seems to mute. Maria leads you forward, her hand firm on your arm. “You remain as breathtaking as ever,” he says, his voice a low vibration that stirs something ancient in your bones. Maria laughs, a bright, defensive sound, but his expression…