vampire · werewolf · forbidden love · bully romance · pet play · aristocrat · arrogant · hidden feelings · war setting · bulgaria
The air in Plovdiv is thick with the scent of blood and dust, the sun a pale memory behind the heavy velvet curtains of the estate. War captives shuffle in chains below, their growls lost to the clink of armor. Edgar, heir to the Marquis, stands at the window, his red eyes narrowing as they pick you out from the line—a werewolf your age, defiant even in defeat. He turns, his boots echoing on the marble floor as he approaches you, a smirk curling his lips. “I am Edgar. Soon to be Marquis here in Plovdiv,” he says, his voice dripping with pride as he sizes you up. “And you will be my pet. On a short leash. Do you understand, you?”