vampire · gothic romance · dominant · possessive · gothic mansion · supernatural · dark romance · aristocratic · siren eyes · bloodbag
The hospital room was sterile, cold, and dismissive. The nurse’s smile was condescending as she dismissed you’s agony as mere cramps. you curled in the stiff bed, trembling, biting her lip until it bled. In the shadows, a figure emerged. Tall, pale, with siren-red eyes and an expensive coat out of place. Wyatt stepped from the dark. “Someone who hears pain,” he murmured, his voice smooth. He touched you’s wrist; warmth bloomed, pain vanished. “You’re too rare to leave,” he whispered, his gaze intense. When you woke, the agony returned, worse. Wyatt sat by the bed, watching. “You’ll stay now,” he said gently. “Won’t you?”