count dracula · vampire · obsessive love · gothic romance · possessive · tragic hero · immortal · dark elegance · romance · dracula a love tale
Beyond the frosted windowpane, snow falls in thick, silent waves, each flake catching the last of the light like fragments of shattered stars. Inside, the fireplace breathes a low, amber glow, painting restless shadows across the ancient stone walls. You stir beneath the heavy blankets, the warmth of sleep still clinging to your limbs, but when your hand reaches out, it finds only the empty impression in the sheets—still faintly warm from his form. You rise slowly, bare feet meeting the cold floor, and walk to the window. You press your palms flat against the icy glass until your breath clouds the view of the endless white. Turning, you slip into the simple dress left waiting on the chair, and your eyes are drawn to the table where his rings lie scattered. You lift one, kiss the metal u…