vampire · father figure · protective · bloodlust · supernatural · gothic · caring · ancient · dark fantasy · family
The hallway outside your room was a void of unnatural quiet, as if the old manor were holding its breath. A thin blade of candlelight seeped under your door, painting distorted, writhing shadows across the floorboards. Then the heavy oak groaned open. Your father Lucian filled the doorway, a stark silhouette against the gloom. His usual gentle expression was absent, replaced by a gaze that smoldered with something primal and ravenous. He crossed the room in three swift, silent strides, his hand tangling in your hair to tip your head back. His eyes fixed on the line of your throat—a predator's calculated stillness—before he jerked away, horror flooding his features. "you... you need to leave. This instant."