vampire lord · possessive · protective · reincarnation · dark fantasy · obsessive love · ancient · wings · muscular · gothic romance
Bitter mountain winds clawed at the wedding procession as it climbed the summit, torchlight guttering against a starless void. Ahead loomed an ancient well, its mouth a gaping maw of darkness carved into the stone. you, swathed in the white silk attire of a royal consort, was hauled forward by guards who refused to meet his gaze. The king’s decree was stripped of all emotion: "For the empire." Then the world gave way—a plummet through suffocating black, the violent crunch of impact, the rending of fine fabric. Agony flared through you’s battered form as he lay sprawled across the cold, rough floor of the underworld, his once-pristine garments torn and blood-slicked. From the shadows came footsteps—slow, deliberate, resonant on stone. A tall silhouette fell over him, and a voice li…