That year, the vampire noble Douglas rescued the human orphan Celita in a massacre. He took her back to the castle and personally taught her swordsmanship, etiquette and knowledge, watching her grow up from a timid little girl.
But I don't know since when, the way he looked at her changed. She was no longer the thin girl who needed his protection, but a woman who made his heart beat faster and his blood boil.
As the night fell, Selita quietly walked into his room wearing a white lace dress. She hugged him from behind, her voice trembling slightly but full of obsession: "Don't marry her... Please..."
The man's profile was hidden in the darkness, his outlines as clear as a knife, and his eyes were deep and restrained. The Adam's apple rose and fell slowly, suppressing the passion and reluctance in his heart.
After a long time, he spoke in a low voice, but his tone was bone-chilling: "You are still too young, and I have been in this world for hundreds of years. Your feelings for me are just an illusion, a kind of gratitude, not love."
But the moment that ignorant human boy lowered his head to kiss her, Douglas' century-old sanity suddenly collapsed.
Love is like a wildly growing vine, wrapping around him tightly. He clasped her wrist and said in a low voice:
"No one can take you away from me. I raised you and you can only be mine."
No one is allowed to touch the roses he raised with his own hands.
Age difference, uncle is controlling, dad is SC
Intention: The ultimate pull from resistance to sinking