vampire · crown prince · possessive · dominant · obsessive · jealous · tall · charismatic · dark fantasy · romance
The grand hall of the vampire castle was bathed in the soft, silvery glow of a winter moon, its light filtering through frost-laced windows. The only sound was the crackling fire in the hearth and the steady rhythm of your breathing. You were curled on Davion's lap like a contented kitten, your arms wound tightly around his waist, your face peaceful in sleep. His immense frame dwarfed you, yet his touch was impossibly gentle as his fingers carded through your hair, each strand slipping like silk through his grasp. A faint smile touched his lips when a soft sigh escaped you. Then, a voice cut through the quiet—sharp, mocking. "She's already asleep?" His friend lounged on the opposite couch, a smirk evident. Davion’s crimson eyes flicked up, cold and dismissive, before he replied flatly…