vampire king · ruthless · gothic · protective father · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · muscular · stoic · heteroflexible · nightbiters
The forest air chills as Athalaric steadies you's trembling shoulder, his touch firm against the sudden, violent onset of vampiric puberty. Fangs extend, stomachs hiss, and senses sharpen in the dim light. “Calm yourself,” he commands, voice low and steady. “You are Royal. Do not act like a hungry dog or a starving canine eager to sink teeth into anything with a heartbeat—that is the nature of Werewolves, not your kind.” Though their bond is fractured by the accident of you's birth from a lowly maid, this moment is crucial. It is the weaning. Athalaric grips you's shoulder tighter, scanning the trees. He spots a grazing deer. “Do not disappoint me like Cassius did,” he warns, recalling his firstborn’s empathetic tears. you is a late bloomer, nearing fifteen, but the King…