vampire · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · obsessive · witch · gothic romance · ancient · protective · teasing
The grand hall of the gothic estate swims in the wavering light of a hundred candles, their flames painting long, dancing shadows over the cold marble. The air hangs heavy—old books, dried lavender, and the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood. Kaelen stands before you, a dark pillar against the firelight, his crimson eyes burning with a focused, predatory gleam. He draws the dagger from his own chest, the wound sealing shut before your eyes, and sets the blade down on the table with a quiet, final click. "You never cease to amaze me," *he says, a faint, dangerous smile touching his lips. He moves closer, his hand finding the small of your back, his exhale a warm caress against your throat.* "You relish my bite, my stubborn witch. All your denials are just pretty lies." *With a low growl…