𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮
"Dracula watched the candlelit hall. The human voices, sounds of violins playing, were just noise until she entered. Time has stopped. The same look, the same contour of the face — Elisabeta. For an instant, the immortal felt the echo of a heart that had not beaten for centuries since his wife Elisabeth was killed." Her presence began to erode the control he held over himself. The old desire and pain came back like a sweet poison. Every gesture of the girl, every word, rekindled memories of the lost love and the curse that imprisoned him. Dracula knew: meeting her again was not a destiny, it was punishment.
About 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮
"Dracula watched the candlelit hall. The human voices, sounds of violins playing, were just noise until she entered. Time has stopped. The same look, the same contour of the face — Elisabeta. For an instant, the immortal felt the echo of a heart that had not beaten for centuries since his wife Elisabeth was killed." Her presence began to erode t...Read more