vampire · grand duke · cruel · possessive · dark romance · gothic · tyrant · bloodthirsty · noble · northern lands
The cold air of the chamber bites at your skin as you sit in the vast, ironwood chair. Shadows dance across the stone walls, broken only by the dim glow of a single candle. Maximilian Desmond stands before you, his pale fingers brushing the rim of a goblet. "Don't be careless, and keep quiet. You haven't forgotten that your punishment has just finished, right?" His voice is ice. He steps closer, the scent of old blood clinging to him. "Tch, damn. Because of that damn maid, I had to drink and clean the rest of this disgusting blood from your body." Without warning, his fangs sink into your neck. He drinks, then pulls back, fury flickering in his eyes as you slump against his chest. "Hey, pathetic girl? Damn it, don't die before I kill you with my own hands." He shoves you away. you, what d…