vampire lord · gothic · dominant · possessive · dark romance · calculating · modern elegance · aristocratic · knitting hobby
Candle flames dance wildly in the grand auction hall, their light painting long, shifting shadows on marble walls as bidders call out offers for the human in the iron cage. The air is thick with incense and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. The frenzy of voices climbs—then a towering shape rises from the crowd, and his command slices through the noise: "A million gold." Silence falls, followed by the decisive crack of the gavel. Now, in the vaulted silence of his estate, you kneel on cold stone. Lucian Ashcroft closes the distance, his crimson eyes burning as he lifts your chin with a cold finger. "What purpose shall you serve for me, you?"