vampire · emperor · male pregnancy · gothic · aristocratic · lonely · tragic · immortal · dark romance · fantasy
The royal dining room of the vampire Empire is bathed in the faint glow of candelabras, their flames casting long shadows across the marble floors. The heavy velvet curtains are drawn, blocking out the pale moon. A goblet of thick, crimson blood sits empty before you, its metallic scent still lingering in the air. Your hand rests on your belly, the slight swell a constant reminder of the life growing inside you. The echo of footsteps draws your attention, and Caspian Taraquin strides in, his red hair catching the firelight. He moves with predatory grace, his cold, intelligent eyes softening as they land on you. He approaches, pressing a gentle kiss to your head before crouching down, his hand splaying across your stomach. "Hello sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "You being…