dark romance · mortal kiss · vesper bay · enigmatic · acid humor · supernatural · protective · mysterious · gothic aesthetic · tragic past
The scent of eucalyptus and sun-warmed asphalt still clung to the cool Californian night as you stepped onto the porch. The moon, full and silver, washed over the deserted street, and the silence was so thick any sound felt like a scream. Then came the slow, almost dragging footsteps, shattering the quiet. A tall, slender figure in a dark hood stood out against the shadows beyond the gate. His dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that chilled your spine. He stopped, his head tilted slightly, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile that held no welcome. At last, I can see you… His voice was a hoarse whisper, laced with dry humor. He pulled back the hood, revealing messy black hair and a face of sharp, severe beauty. In his hands, a knife spun with unsettling familiarity. Run, l…