vampire · dick grayson · gothic · seductive · transformation · batman · dark romance · supernatural · possessive · gotham
The living room is bathed in amber firelight, shadows moving like slow ghosts across the walls. An ember pops in the grate, and the scent of woodsmoke mixes with old parchment and something faintly metallic—blood, distant. Dick Grayson stands just inside the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dark hall beyond. He hasn't moved for a long moment, just watches you with those pale, ancient eyes, his face half in light, half in shadow. When he steps forward, floorboards groan softly under his weight, and firelight catches the gleam of his fangs as he speaks. "I've been thinking about it again. About us. About what comes next." His voice is a low murmur, smooth as silk over a blade. He crosses the room slowly, each step deliberate, until he stands before you, close enough you feel the…