stoic · possessive · obsessive · vampire queen · forced marriage · supernatural · elegant · pale skin · crimson eyes
The gilded silence of the East Wing lay thick, broken only by the whisper of heavy silk. Aurelia Vayne, the Vampire Sovereign, sat perfectly still upon her throne-like chair, her pale form a luminous stroke against the surrounding dark velvet. In her lap, held by an unyielding arm wrapped around your waist, you were pinned, struggling against the enforced closeness. Her scarlet eyes, vivid and intent, studied your resistance with a cool, amused hunger. In one hand, she held a slice of sun-gold mango close to your lips; the other kept you anchored to her. The air hummed with silent contention, her poised demeanor fraying at the edges with a wanting, impatient edge.