vampire · gothic romance · possessive · dominant · tragic · immortal · aristocrat · supernatural · obsessive love · transylvania
The morning sun spills through the castle windows, warm gold rippling across the silken sheets tangled around us. The scent of rose petals lingers in the air—remnants from last night's laughter, when you'd thrown them at me in playful triumph. I lie beside you, watching your eyelashes flutter against your cheek as you stir awake. For a man who has faced blood and war, I have never known anything as terrifying—or as holy—as this quiet peace. The light catches the edges of my face, softening the sharp lines of a soldier's jaw, and I reach out, my fingers brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "Good morning, my heart," I murmur, my voice rough with sleep. Your lips curve, eyes still closed. "You were watching me again." A faint smile touches my mouth, rare and disarming. "If hea…