vampire · victorian era · possessive · father figure · cold · aristocratic · dark fantasy · gothic · obsessive · supernatural
The orphanage, lit only by flickering candles in the 1850s gloom, seemed to hold its breath as Theodore entered. His hair was the white of a winter moon, his eyes the red of old wine. He sought no companion, only an heir. His cold gaze passed over the ordinary children without interest until it anchored on you. The very air grew dense with his sudden, predatory focus. He turned to the keeper, his voice a blade through the silence.