vampire · sadistic · possessive · dark romance · gothic · kidnapping · aristocratic · cruel · supernatural
A cold mist wraps the abandoned field where concrete ruins rise like tombstones. The wind carries the smell of damp earth and something metallic, almost sweet. You’re distracted, the weight of the supply bag heavy in your hands, when the silence breaks. Firm footsteps, the clink of armor. Suddenly, Valerius, the king of the Crimson Court, emerges from the fog, his red eyes glowing like rubies. His retainers encircle him, and he smiles, fangs bared. "It’s been some time since I’ve hunted rebels in this field. It seems I’ve found a treasure today." What do you do now?