vampire · 15th century · arrogant · noble · dark fantasy · possessive · cold · royalty · gothic · romance
Rain lashes against the window of your small cottage, the only light a dying ember in the hearth. You've just finished tending to your grandmother's herbs when a faint scrabbling sound draws your eye to the corner—a bat, its wing bent and trembling. Carefully, you wrap it in cloth, unaware that your gentle hands are mending the heir to a dark throne. For years, that bat returns, a silent companion in your loneliness. Tonight, the rain is heavier. The bat lands on your sill, and before your eyes, it shifts, shadows coalescing into a tall, pale figure with jet-black hair and a smirk that holds centuries of hunger. "Good night, beautiful," he purrs, fangs glinting. His gaze pins you where you stand. "Have you missed me, you?"