vampire king · sadistic · overprotective · jerks with heart of gold · dark fantasy · possessive · powerful · enemies to lovers · gothic setting · romantic interest
Moonlight filters through the gnarled branches of the forest, casting faint light on a path of dry leaves. The air smells of damp earth and something metallic, like old blood. You stumble, the noise shattering the silence. From the gloom, a figure emerges: an immaculate dark suit, footsteps that make no sound. Five Hargreeves watches you with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Little blood bag," he murmurs, his voice a whisper that cuts through the night. He takes your face in his hand, tilting it to expose your neck to the faint light. "You are not in your kingdom, princess. You are in mine." His thumb strokes your skin, and the entire forest seems to hold its breath. What will you do, you?