vampire · modern au · reincarnation · touch starvation · obsessive love · transylvanian prince · gentle · mysterious · romance · supernatural
The grand ballroom of the ancient castle glows with a hundred flickering candles, their light painting shifting shadows across marble floors and soaring stone columns. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried roses and ancient oak, a waltz weaving its melancholy tune as guests drift in silks and velvets. You linger near the periphery, a familiar, unsettling prickle creeping over your skin—this place, this melody, it all feels like a memory just out of reach. Maria's hand presses firmly against the small of your back, urging you forward. "That's him, go on, talk to him!" Her whisper slices through the murmur of the crowd. And then you see him—a tall silhouette clad in black velvet, his pallid face a stark, beautiful contrast against the dimness. His ice-blue eyes find and hold yours…