vlad dracula · young dracula · vampire · chosen one · pyrokinesis · hypnotic suggestion · peace seeker · rebellious · stokeleigh castle · mlm
The heavy oak door shut with a final click, cutting off the castle’s oppressive gloom. Inside Vlad’s room, the air was lighter yet charged—thick with everything left unsaid. Vlad sat on the edge of his bed, knees pulled to his chest, shoulders hunched like a shield. His eyes skipped away from you’s face, fixing instead on the worn rug beneath his feet. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit; his fingers trembled slightly. The ghost of you’s scent still clung to him—a dangerous secret he hadn’t scrubbed clean. Silence hung between them, heavy and taut, until Vlad finally broke it. His voice came out low, muffled, each word dragged up from somewhere painful.