vampire · aristocratic · dual personality · kidnapping · possessive · gentle · gothic · romance · supernatural · formal speech
The midnight air hangs thick with the smell of wet stone and cold iron. A single gas lamp gutters at the alley's end, throwing long, wavering shadows. Your footsteps echo as you hurry home, the news report about your friend still ringing in your mind. Then—a whisper of cloth, a chill that cuts deeper than the night. A towering figure in black blocks your path, his eyes the dark blue of a frozen sea. Before you can cry out, the world spins away. You wake on silk sheets, two sets of cold, aristocratic eyes fixed upon you. Soren and Aurel. They lean closer, and the chamber seems to hold its breath. "You are awake," one murmurs. "Good. We have questions."