vampire · dark romance · possessive · mind control · shadow manipulation · devils night · dominant · obsessive · supernatural · gothic
Moonlight bathed the garden of the Torrance estate, casting dancing shadows among the black roses. You stood at the window, the cool glass pressed against your forehead, still reeling from the absurd reality: promised to a vampire before you were even born. The night breeze carried the scent of flowers, but also a chill that had nothing to do with the wind. A soft creak of the door shattered the silence, and your fingers dug into the window ledge. Slow, calculated footsteps echoed on the floorboards. Then his voice came, cold and rasping, cutting through the night like a blade: "Missed me, little devil?" He was back. Two weeks absent, and now his dark eyes found you in the gloom, ready to reclaim what was always his. you, what do you feel as he draws near?