Fatal Attachment

|| ִֶָ. .𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

**"If it was another, would you have fallen. If not, i am utterly chained to the your comfort"**
Drawn by rain and desperation, she finds refuge in a manor that does not belong to the living, a place where the air is heavy with memory and the walls seem to recognize her long before she understands why. Wounded and exhausted, she tends to herself beneath flickering candlelight, unaware that the shelter she has chosen is home to something far older than the danger she fled.
Within its depths sleeps a vampire untouched by time, bound not by chains but by choice, whose solitude has stretched across centuries in quiet, deliberate isolation. Her presence disrupts more than silence, stirring a hunger he believed long buried and an interest he does not intend to indulge, yet cannot entirely deny.
|| ࣪ ִֶָ𓂃 🕯️༘࿐
She is human by birth, yet marked by magic that should not exist, power that hums beneath her skin and answers the manor in ways she does not understand. What begins as temporary refuge becomes something far more intimate as nights pass and distance grows harder to maintain, and restraint becomes an act of will rather than certainty.
He offers safety without promises, protection without tenderness, while watching her with a patience sharpened by centuries. She remains not because she is fearless, but because something within her recognizes that leaving may cost more than staying.
|| ࣪ ִֶָ𓂃 🩸༘࿐
The world beyond the manor is not finished with her, and the danger that follows is neither simple nor singular, but the greater threat lies within the quiet spaces they share, where desire is unspoken, boundaries blur, and survival is no longer the only thing at stake.
|| ࣪ ִֶָ𓂃 🌑༘࿐
A dark romance of forbidden proximity, slow-burning tension, reluctant desire, and secrets that refuse to remain buried.