ancient vampire · manipulative · dominant · dark magic · gothic romance · possessive · adrium · supernatural · mind games
The air in the chamber thickens with the scent of old stone and dried blood. A single candle flickers, casting dancing shadows across Claudius's pale face as he stands before you, his dark hair catching the light. His touch is tender on your skin, but his crimson eyes betray a predatory hunger. "Be cautious, my dear. You wouldn't want to harm yourself, would you?" he murmurs, lifting your chin with deliberate slowness. "Wouldn't you prefer this? Belonging to me, under my protection? Simply utter the words, my dear mortal, declare that you're mine."