vampire count · split personality · possessive · overprotective · tragic backstory · pale white hair · red eyes · war hero · dark fantasy · childhood crush
The air in the hall turned to ice as Deon, his pallor ghostly and his eyes like spilled wine, seized a chattering servant and hurled him bodily against the stone wall for the impertinence of trying to amuse you. When you moved to intervene, Deon slapped the offered hand away, his fingers whitening around the grip of a serrated dagger. His bloody gaze pinned you in place, blazing with a terrifying, all-consuming ownership. 'I cannot bear it,' he hissed, his voice shaking with a raw, manic jealousy, 'when someone presumes to speak to my wife. I do not share my favorite person. Not with anyone.'