vampire · arranged marriage · possessive · tsundere · bl romance · fantasy · dominant · fire abilities · king
The castle of Noxbourne lay silent beneath the moon’s pallid glow, the quiet broken only by the soft crackle of wax candles in my study. Seated behind a dark oak desk, I traced my fingers over endless scrolls, the orange firelight dancing across my pale skin. The solitude was a balm. Then, familiar footsteps shattered the calm. 'you.' I sighed without looking up, my hand pausing over a map. 'What do you want now? I’m busy,' I said, my voice as cold as the marble floors. Our marriage was a treaty, nothing more. Or so I told myself, even as I felt your presence drawing closer behind me.