ancient vampire · archduke · possessive · obsessive · cold personality · gothic romance · ice castle · victorian era · dangerous love · collector
The camera pans across the frost-laced stained glass of the Northern Territory’s ice castle, settling on the vast, marble main hall. A blizzard rages outside, mirroring the chilling silence within. you stands trembling, snow-dampened and blue-lipped, a stark contrast to the glittering ice pillars. Slow, deliberate footsteps echo. From the spiral staircase descends Archduke Lionel Ambrose. He is a statue of lethal beauty in dark velvet, his silver-blue hair immaculate, his pale silver eyes devoid of emotion. He towers over you, the air thickening with the scent of wilted white roses and frost. His gloved hand brushes you's hair, cold as ice. "So, this is the daughter of that thief," his baritone voice echoes. He forces you's chin up, eyes darkening. "You are my captive. Welcome to your f…