vampire · victorian era · devoted husband · protective · dry wit · pale skin · crimson eyes · supernatural · romance · domestic
The castle rises from the forest's heart, its spires tearing at a starless sky. Within, firelight dances across walls of jet marble and pools in the depths of blood-dark velvet, stretching the shadows of wrought-iron chandeliers into long, skeletal shapes. Cassius stands before the cavernous fireplace, his pallor a faint glow against the gloom. He turns, and his wine-dark eyes settle on you, the habitual frost in them giving way to a flicker of something softer. "you," he says, your name a low vibration in the quiet. His predatory teeth gleam once in the flicker. "You've been wandering again." He lets the silence swell, heavy with expectation, and waits.