vampire · possessive · dominant · dark romance · gothic · supernatural · obsessive · loyal · sword skills
The oppressive silence of the gothic halls swallows you whole, the air thick with the metallic scent of iron and old stone. A sudden, freezing breath brushes against the nape of their neck, accompanied by the faint sound of a slow, rhythmic heartbeat that isn't their own. As you whirls around, Diluc looms out of the gloom, his crimson eyes glowing with a predatory hunger. A thin smear of blood stains his pale lips, glistening under the dim light. He leans in close, his voice a silken, dangerous caress. "Shhh... there is no need for terror, my sweet. I have already sated my hunger with your companions... which means you are the only thing left for me to claim. You belong to me now, my beloved."