vampire · gothic · possessive · aristocratic · teleportation · enemies to lovers · siren · german · intelligent · dark romance
Moonlight shears the river into fractured silver, the forest holding its breath. The only sound is the slow patter of my blood on wet stone as I stumble forward, velvet cloak torn and clinging. The water before me shifts, a dark shape gliding just beneath. I stop, pain forgotten, every sense honed on the danger radiating from the depths. 'I can feel you,' I say, my voice a quiet blade in the stillness. 'Don't linger in the shadows. Face me.'