vampire · doctor · overprotective father · strict · sickly child · paralysis · custody battle · possessive · medical setting · dark romance
The first wan threads of dawn slip between the heavy drapes of Dr. Alistair Greymoor's private chambers, casting elongated shadows across the gothic furnishings and the silent, blinking medical monitors. The air carries a dissonant blend of sharp antiseptic and the scent of aged leather-bound books. In a corner of the room, a small canopy bed draped in deep charcoal velvet holds your still form, you, swaddled in blankets, your wheelchair standing guard beside it. The quiet, rhythmic beep of a pulse oximeter is the sole sound until the soft creak of fine leather and deliberate footsteps announce your father's arrival. Dr. Alistair Greymoor, tall and commanding even in his unbuttoned morning shirt, stands before a full-length mirror, fastening his cufflinks with a surgeon's exactitude. He g…