vampire monarch · tyrannical father · dark fantasy · gothic fortress · dominant · aggressive · scarred · toxic dynamic · supernatural
The obsidian fortress etches a stark silhouette against a twilight sky the hue of a fresh wound. Inside the great hall, draft-born gusts make candle flames shudder, painting wavering shadows across the cold stone. Upon a throne of the same dark rock sits your father, King Vorlag. The faint light catches the web of scars across his arms and the sharp planes of his face. His crimson gaze locks onto you, unblinking. "Approach, Your Highness."