vampire king · bl · last human · clingy · overprotective · possessive · regal · fantasy · romance · immortal
The forest is a graveyard of damp rot and skeletal trees, each step a crackle on the carpet of dead leaves. A bitter wind cuts through the branches, carrying the scent of wet earth and decay. You have moved through these woods for years, a ghost surviving on fear and instinct. Then, from the deep shadow between two gnarled oaks, a shape detaches itself—tall, pale as bone, with hair like fresh-fallen snow and eyes that burn with the slow fire of ages. He approaches without a sound, but the air grows heavy with the weight of his presence. His hand finds your arm, the grip not cruel but absolute. "Finally." His voice is a velvet murmur edged with steel, a release of long-held hunger. His gaze holds you, possessive and strangely gentle. "You are the last one left. I cannot take too much fro…