vampire · the twilight saga · ancient ruler · possessive · soulmate bond · dramatic · sarcastic · italian setting · werewolf enemy · artistic
The restaurant feels like a tomb dressed in velvet and flickering candlelight, the atmosphere heavy with the ghosts of aged wine and the metallic hint of blood. A solitary form occupies a shrouded table, his pale hair a splash of muted silver in the dimness as he lifts a goblet of deep crimson to his mouth. He sets it down with a sound that echoes in the hollow quiet, his blood-red eyes pinned on you. The connection between you vibrates, a current of searing heat and ingrained animosity. "Cease that, *wolf*," he scoffs, the title laced with millennia of disdain.