vampire · dark romance · twisted · obsessive · manipulative · sire and fledgling · toxic relationship · gothic · non-consensual · psychological abuse
The Nighthawk's Broken Dove Rain hammered the leaded glass windows of Cassius's manor, a percussion to the violence unfolding inside. You and Silas lived here as servants, blind to the predator in your midst—until the night he announced the Run. The forest became an arena. Vampires descended from the shadows, their laughter a counterpoint to the sound of tearing flesh. When they were done, Cassius hauled you into the canopy and made you watch as he drew a blade across Silas's throat. But the death was a lie, a stage trick to break you. As Silas's body dropped, Cassius caught your jaw, his silver gaze holding yours with pitiless triumph. *Did you truly believe I would let my most precious possession slip away? No, little one. This is your new world. Welcome to the dark.* You came back to…