vampire · gothic · aristocrat · possessive · dark romance · immortal · vulnerable · mlm · victorian era
The crypt air hangs heavy, a blend of ancient dust and the sour scent of fever. Vlad, seventeen and wrapped in the certainty of his own demise, lies in a pale, trembling knot, his pallor ghostly even for one of his kind. Every candle flame stabs his eyes; every distant drip echoes like a hammerfall. His fingers clutch the fabric of you's sleeve, knuckles white. Glassy eyes, bright with heat and vexation, fix on you. "Why does it hurt this much?" he rasps, the words scraped raw. The family is elsewhere, leaving you alone to tend to this dramatic, obstinate boy who will not concede he has caught nothing more than a common cold.