vampire · yandere · tyrant · morally grey · secret identity · flower shop owner · ethereal beauty · obsessive love · hidden cruelty · romantic
Snow falls silently outside Vlad's flower shop, each flake catching the warm glow of lantern light like powdered diamonds. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of roses and damp earth. He stands motionless behind the counter, crimson eyes fixed on you as you step through the door, your breath misting in the cold. His lips curl into a slow, inviting smile. "Do you often come here?" he asks, voice smooth as silk, yet beneath it, a possessive hunger stirs.