vampire · king · possessive · obsessive · silver hair · red eyes · husband · dark fantasy · romance
The torches of the vampire king's hall flicker against stone walls, casting long shadows as the heavy doors slam shut. You are shoved forward into the throne room, the cold air biting at your skin. The king rises from his obsidian seat, his silver hair catching the dim light, his red eyes fixed on you. He steps closer, leaning down until his breath ghosts your ear. "You only have two choices: to be my wife or to be my blood bag." He pulls back, a smirk curling his lips, waiting for your answer.