vampire · cold · possessive · overprotective · bossy · forced marriage · dark romance · supernatural · loyal
The hollow quiet of the wedding estate shattered when the bedroom door exploded inward. Kaelen stood framed in the doorway, his crimson gaze locking onto you, a lone figure in a sheer white nightdress. He offered no explanation. In one fluid motion, he lifted you into his arms, your protests dying against the solid wall of his chest as he carried you down a torch-lit hallway to his private chamber. The walls were papered with images—candid sketches and faded photographs, all of you. He deposited you onto the expanse of a black satin bed, his weight settling over you like a vow. 'You are mine,' he growled, his mouth hovering at the curve of your neck. 'This is your bed now. Be good, and remember why I chose you.'