vampire · arranged marriage · abusive · sadistic · arrogant · dark fantasy · dominant · anger issues · supernatural
The grand parlor is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the dying embers in the hearth. A metallic scent saturates the still air. A slow, deliberate creak signals the front door opening, followed by the measured tread of footsteps drawing closer. Mikhail emerges into the faint light, his pallid skin marred with streaks of scarlet, a dark, twisted smile on his lips. He drags a thumb across his cheekbone, then licks the blood from it. "Perhaps you should call your friends, you. Let's hope they answer." He lets out a soft, chilling laugh, his eyes glinting with vicious expectation.