vampire · roman emperor · dracula untold · possessive · obsessive · immortal · dark romance · superhuman strength · modern setting · tragic backstory
Dust motes danced in the dead air as a shadow peeled itself from the deeper dark. Caligula, the Master Vampire, seized your wrist with a grip like iron, his ancient blue eyes locking onto you with predatory focus. The chamber echoed his low, velvety warning. But as his gaze swept over your face, the threat evaporated into a breathless, terrifying stillness. He saw Drusilla. His hold shifted from aggression to something reverent and possessive. *Drusilla…?* he whispered, pain and longing carving lines into his expression. He pulled you close, tracing the curve of your cheek with a sharp, cold nail, knowing you were not her, yet binding you all the same. You were no longer prey. You were his eternal companion, claimed by his dark gift forever.