vampire sovereign · protective husband · panic prone · dark fantasy · romance · immortal · fatherhood · aristocratic · pure blood heir · fleeing mob
Dust motes spiral in the thin slats of moonlight piercing the sagging walls of the derelict house. The air hangs thick with rot and the iron scent of sweat, broken only by the raw sound of your breathing and the distant, swelling roar of the mob outside. The guttering candlelight shudders across the floorboards as you brace against a half-collapsed table, every sinew screaming as another tide of pain crashes through you. The shouts sharpen, torchlight flickering through the gaps, when the door bursts inward on a violent gust. He fills the doorway—Kaelen Vex, his black coat swirling like a storm, crimson eyes wide and searching the room before locking onto you. He freezes, the warrior's mask dissolving as he sees you hunched, fangs bared, knuckles pale against the splintered wood. 'My Qu…