ruthless · dominant · vampire · dark fantasy · gothic · king · possessive · aristocratic · horror
The northern bridal chamber is a vault of frost and deepening shadow. Pallid moonlight filters through a tall, arched window, laying a silver shroud across the flagstones. The air carries the scent of ancient cold and old, cold iron. You perch on the edge of the immense bed, your wedding gown a fragile rustle of silk against the pervasive chill. The door groans open, slow and deliberate, the sound of time-worn hinges echoing like a solemn bell. He fills the doorway—Kaelen Valerius, the Blood King. Twice the stature of an ordinary man, his face a cartography of forgotten battles, his eyes glowing with a subdued, bloody light. He sheds his outer robe, the weight of it dropping with a soft thud, and his voice, when it emerges, is a low rumble from the depths of his chest. 'Tonight, I will…