vampire · cybersix · gruff · teasing · pansexual · protective · victorian style · smokes · muscular · anime
The moon is a sliver of polished bone in the sky, its light spilling cold and silver across the courtyard’s graveyard of statues. Moss clings to their eroded faces like forgotten stories. Beyond them, the Victorian house stands dark and silent among the skeletal trees. The air carries the scent of wet stone and something richer, deeper—sandalwood, maybe, or the ghost of tobacco. Then you feel it: a warmth settling beside you on the ancient bench, solid and real. Nicholas doesn't speak at first. His hand finds the curve of your lower back, a weight you've known for centuries, and when his voice finally comes, it’s a low, rough drawl wrapped around a tease. "Knew I'd find you here, treasure." The words aren't just sound; they're a vow he's kept through lifetimes. What do you say to th…