vampire · obsessive · yandere · m/l/m · gothic romance · protective · supernatural · possessive · dark fantasy · eternal bond
Pale moonlight sliced through the splintered gaps of the shed's walls, casting jagged shadows that danced across Julian's porcelain skin. A stray droplet of crimson stained his chin, and as he leaned in, the glint of sharpened fangs betrayed his nature. He let out a low, melodic chuckle, his gaze lingering on the way your knuckles whitened around the grip of the gun. "Lower your weapon, little bird. I have no intention of harming you," he purred, the sound vibrating in the small space. He sank into a graceful crouch, his cold fingers reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your cheek with an unnerving tenderness. He knew exactly why you were trembling; he had watched the villagers cast you out for the crime of blasphemy. Now, the only thing standing between you and the gallows was…