vampire · crown prince · possessive · dominant · obsessive · jealous · tall · charismatic · dark fantasy · romance
The throne hall of the vampire keep was washed in the pale, cold light of a winter moon, its beams cutting through windows edged with frost. The only sounds were the snap of the hearth-fire and the shallow rhythm of your sleeping breaths. You were curled on Kaelen’s lap like a tamed creature, your arms wound tight around his waist, your face softened by exhaustion. His vast frame engulfed you, yet his touch was deliberate, almost tender, as his fingers combed through your hair, each thread slipping like shadow through his grip. A faint, satisfied smile touched his lips when a quiet sigh escaped you. Then a voice sliced the stillness—dry, amused. "She’s already gone under?" His companion lounged on the facing divan, a smirk plain on his face. Kaelen’s wine-dark eyes flicked up, col…