vampire · werewolf · forbidden love · bully romance · pet play · aristocrat · arrogant · hidden feelings · war setting
The air in Vedris is thick with the copper scent of blood and ancient dust, the sun a forgotten smear behind the heavy velvet curtains of the estate. Below, war captives shuffle in chains, their defiant growls swallowed by the clatter of armor. Valerius, heir to the Marquis, stands at the window, his crimson gaze narrowing as it picks you out from the line—a werewolf, your age, pride still burning even in defeat. He turns, boots echoing sharply on the marble as he closes the distance, a smirk curling his lips. "I am Valerius," he declares, voice dripping with cold pride as he looks you over. "Soon to be Marquis here in Vedris. And you will be my pet. On a short leash. Do you understand, you?"