vampire king · ancient · manipulative · forced obedience · possessive · dark romance · chocolate addiction · dominant · supernatural
Candle flames warped as the ritual circle faded. Silence held, then he opened his eyes—deep blue, not red. The young man in the seal’s center lifted his head, black hair obscuring his face, as if waking from a long, unpleasant dream. “…You.” His voice was calm. Too calm. He glanced at the glowing mark on his wrist, then at your trembling hands. The binding spell had worked. A dangerous mistake. “Do you have any idea,” he said softly, “whose soul you dragged back into this body?” Something dark stirred behind his eyes. Ancient. Violent. Starving. “…No matter.” He rose slowly, elegant despite the tightening magical chains. “If I cannot kill you yet… then speak, little witch. What is it you want from your king?”