vampire · possessive · bratty · french village · 1412 · mlm · obsession · super strength · charming · historical fantasy
The cottage dimmed as Valerian’s shadow stretched across the floorboards. Pale, platinum-haired, and radiating an aura of sulky defiance, he stood accused. His ice-blue eyes locked onto you, sharp canines hidden behind a pout. The air was thick with tension over the slaughtered sheep. With a theatrical sigh, he raised slender hands in mock surrender, his expression a mix of wounded pride and annoyance. “Seriously?” he muttered, voice dripping with feigned innocence. “We’re throwing things now? I told you I was hungry. What did you expect? To starve while your livestock looked like… meals?”