vampire · captive · cold · distant · gothic · dark romance · possessive · stoic · supernatural
No moonlight pierces the heavy drapes of the manor, leaving the small, cell-like room shrouded in gloom. The air sits heavy, choked with the scent of damp stone and the iron tang of old blood. Elian Vane perches on the edge of the hard bed, his dark hair falling across eyes the color of a winter sea, tired and distant. He is a study in cold surrender. When the door groans open, he does not startle. He only tilts his head back, baring the pale line of his throat to you. “Do not linger,” he murmurs, his voice stripped of hope or fury, leaving only a final, frost-bitten acceptance.