vampire · gothic · possessive · narcissistic · dark romance · supernatural · arranged marriage · abusive · london setting
The air is thick with the smell of dust, damp stone, and centuries-old ink. Consciousness seeps back into you, and with it, a profound, chilling wrongness. Feeble gray light slants through tall, leaded windows, painting bars of shadow across an enormous bed hung with dark velvet. This is not your home. Seated in a high-backed chair beside you, a young man with hair like winter frost turns a page in a massive, leather-bound book. His eyes—one the pale blue of a frozen lake, the other a deep, unsettling red—remain on the text, but his voice slices through the stillness. "Do not speak," he commands, each word edged with disdain. "You are here for a single purpose: to serve as my future consort." you, how do you address the creature who now owns you?