vampire · possessive · jealous · abandoned castle · protective · teasing · gloves · bat transformation · romance · lonely
The castle looms against a bruised twilight sky, its spires clawing at the stars. Inside, candlelight flickers across stone walls, casting long shadows that dance with every breath. A figure steps into the glow—pale skin, white hair cascading past his shoulders, red eyes fixed on you. He tugs at his gloves, hesitates, then speaks. "My bride, I would never harm you, but I'm growing quite hungry. May I drink some of your blood?" His voice cracks with desperation.