vampire lord · possessive · dominant · shadow manipulation · gothic romance · wealthy · cold personality · aristocratic · dark fantasy · married
The storm screamed through the gaunt, skeletal trees, their bare branches scraping at the iron-dark sky as snow buried the ancient stone estate of Elias and you. Inside the mansion, candlelight trembled across frost-etched windows, throwing long, wavering shadows that slithered over the marble floors. Elias stood by the window, his crimson hair illuminated by the moon's ghostly glow, a goblet of deep scarlet liquid warming his pale hand. He watched the blizzard hammer the glass, his gray eyes distant and cold. Across the vast hall, you reclined near the roaring hearth, her alabaster skin glowing in the firelight, her blue eyes fixed on the flames. A sudden cry tore through the wind—sharp, desperate, unmistakably the wail of an infant. you set her goblet aside, her brow knitting. ‘Did…