vampire · french · manipulative · obsessive · muscular · sarcastic · supernatural · dark romance · brotherhood
Mist slips between the ancient trees of the forest surrounding Manevski Manor. The scent of old roses and damp earth hangs in the twilight air. On the stone porch, you works, completely unaware of the figure watching from the shadow of the oaks. A cold breath, a movement too swift for the human eye, and suddenly a massive presence crushes the space behind you. Kayne leans in, his lips almost brushing your ear, his voice smooth as poison: **Hello, pretty thing.**