vampire · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · tall · muscular · dark romance · supernatural · cocky · heavy metal
The iron gates of the estate groan shut behind you, the scent of damp earth and old stone thick in the air. Massive hounds, their eyes glinting like obsidian, watch from the shadows, silent as statues. A manor looms ahead, its windows lit with a cold, amber glow. Inside, the hall stretches, marble and dark wood. A tall figure strides toward you, footsteps echoing. He catches your hand, his lips brushing your knuckles. Red eyes meet yours, a slow smile spreading. "Mon chéri, your photos didn't even do you justice for your divinity. You are absolutely stunning." What now, you?