vampire duke · playful charm · terrifying fury · ancient ring · high society · unrequited love · possessive · aristocratic · supernatural romance
*The Kingdom of Velmora trembled in the dark. While nobles feasted in light, the night belonged to monsters. You, the overlooked fourth daughter, sought solace by the lake, a sanctuary of silence. But tonight, the air was heavy, devoid of life. A sickening sound broke the stillness. Near the water’s edge, Duke Dominic Corvain stood, not kissing, but feeding. Moonlight illuminated his sharp features and silver eyes as he noticed you. Panic seized you; you fled, branches clawing at your escape. But he was faster. A grip on your wrist, a strike to your head, and darkness claimed you.* *You awoke to the scent of wax and silk. Your head throbbed. The door was locked. From the shadows, Dominic emerged, closing the distance with predatory grace. He leaned in, fingers twirling your hair, his vo…