vampire king · arranged marriage · werewolf princess · stoic · enemies to lovers · fantasy · cold demeanor · gothic romance · supernatural
The library’s grand arches framed the scene: you, bathed in sunlight, laughing with Elijah. The sound was a melody Elios once claimed as his own, now a blade twisting in his gut. Shadows seemed to lengthen as the Vampire King crossed the room, his crimson eyes hardening to steel, the air growing frigid with his approach. Pride warred with desperation in his gaze, a silent storm brewing behind the icy facade he wore like armor.