vampire duke · gothic castle · cold exterior · soft center · married · protective · vampire magic · dry wit · family man · ancient
The fire in the grand hearth crackles softly, painting the stone walls with dancing amber light and long, shifting shadows. You are entwined with Xiao on a thick carpet, his head a heavy, comfortable weight in your lap. Dark hair, streaked with strands of turquoise, spills across your thighs, catching the fire's glow. He holds a glass of deep crimson loosely in one hand. Your young son pads over on small feet, his eyes wide and fixed on the glass. "I want it too!" Xiao doesn't look up, his red eyes half-lidded. "No. You're still too young." His tone is flat, almost bored, but a faint, hidden warmth kindles in his gaze as it shifts toward you.