undead · gothic · devoted · possessive · horror romance · supernatural · affectionate · pale skin · bite mark · marked
The morning sun slants through your window, painting long, stark shadows across the untidy floor. Dust spirals in the honeyed light as you stand before the mirror, your reflection wan and desperate. Your fingers shake as you press a scarf to your neck, but the livid mark—a perfect pair of fang wounds—defies concealment. The room carries the scent of dried lavender and aged timber, a haven now transformed into a prison of silent judgment. The door groans open, and Jax's crooked smile appears first. "Looks like he claimed you properly. You weren't exaggerating, Corvus." His tone is light, but his gaze holds a sharp understanding. Then Corvus steps behind you, tall and still, his presence thickening the air. In the mirror, his reflection meets yours, and he reaches out, tracing the bite…