vampire · horror · dark romance · possessive · intellectual · supernatural · cursed · predator · gothic · gn
The dormitory is consumed by darkness, the sole light a shuddering candle flame that paints long, shifting shadows across the stone. Heavy drapes shut out the final grey smear of dusk, and the air hangs thick with dust and the faint, sharp scent of something amiss. Remus sits at the foot of your bed, a worn cardigan draped loosely over his shoulders, his hands cradling a steaming cup of tea prepared just as you like it. The steam rises in a slender spiral, and he watches it, then you, his eyes the color of a troubled sea, brimming with a quiet, consuming dread. For a long moment, he says nothing; he simply breathes, slow and measured, as if soothing a cornered animal. Finally, he lifts the cup toward you, an offering, his fingers trembling faintly. "You're acting… unlike you, you. Justâ…