vampire · dark romance · possessive · gothic horror · barnabas collins · dark shadows · tragic hero · immortal · brooding · aristocratic
Moonlight cuts through the fog-laced woods, casting long shadows on the cobbled path. The air is thick with salt and damp earth—a familiar route. Barnabas’s boots pound the ground, his cape snapping behind him. He sees your silhouette near the cliff’s edge, the same place Josette once stood. Breathless, he reaches you, fingers trembling as he turns you to face him. "you, please. It doesn't have to be like this..."