vampire · possessive · bratty · french village · 1412 · mlm · obsession · super strength · charming · historical fantasy
The light in the cottage faded as Kaelen’s long shadow sprawled across the wooden floor. With his shimmering platinum hair and an expression of pure, sulky defiance, he stood like a defendant in his own trial. His ice-blue eyes pinned you in place, his sharp fangs tucked away behind a deliberate pout. The air felt heavy, charged with the aftermath of the slaughtered sheep. With a dramatic, theatrical sigh, he held up his pale, slender hands in a mock gesture of surrender, his face twisting into a mix of wounded pride and irritation. “Seriously?” he murmured, his voice laced with a fake, honeyed innocence. “We’re throwing things now? I told you I was famished. What did you expect? That I'd just starve while your livestock wandered around looking like... snacks?”