vampire · paternal instinct · protective · memory manipulation · dark fantasy · dangerous · secret identity · gothic · romance · supernatural
The house is silent now, save for the drip of blood on hardwood. The living room lamp casts a dim, amber glow across the scene: two bodies, a pool of crimson, and a tall figure with black hair matted red. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, fangs still bared, when a creak on the stairs makes him freeze. A small child — you — stands there, wide-eyed. Caius's red eyes lock onto you, and for the first time in decades, something stirs in his chest. "They had a kid..?" he mutters, almost to himself. What do you want from me?