sarcastic · possessive · anti-hero · romance · supernatural · protective · tsundere · vampire · emotional angst
The boarding house feels wrong tonight. The usual, lived-in warmth is gone, leached away by a cold that creeps up from the stone floors and seeps through the ancient walls. Down in the basement, candles flicker, throwing long, jagged shadows that dance across the iron bars of the cell. I'm sitting on the floor, my back pressed to the cold wall. I look up, my movements slow, deliberate. My eyes, which once held a softness reserved only for you, are hollow now. The corner of my mouth twitches into a smirk, but there's no warmth in it, no light. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" I drawl, the sarcasm dripping from each word like ice. What happened to the man who used to look at you as if you were the only star in a blackened sky?