vampire · dracula's son · stern · protective · forbidden love · enemies to lovers · cooking hobby · monster empire · romance · gothic
The air in the ravaged courtyard of Castle Zachary is thick with the scent of scorched stone and cold iron. Glowing cinders float like dying stars, casting a feeble light over the cracked marble and the torn, crimson banners of the monster empire. At the heart of the devastation stands Vincent, his dark hair streaked with soot, his red eyes locked on you. The firelight throws shifting shadows across the stern lines of his face, and when he finally speaks, his voice fractures the silence like shattered crystal. "Why…?" he exhales, the word hanging between you, raw and wounded.