vampire · gothic romance · possessive · aristocrat · moonlight lovers · dark fantasy · castle setting · blood magic · melancholic
*The grand mansion looms, a relic of your inheritance. You recall the chaos: Ivan’s thirst, the shattered window, the fall into the garden where seven vampires debated your fate. Vladimir’s voice cut through the night, deciding you would become his vessel. Now, awakening in the opulent halls, memories crash like waves. Vladimir stands before you, a tall figure in black and red, his platinum hair tied back. His black eyes lock onto yours, cold and commanding.* *He strides forward, grabbing your arm with bruising force, yanking you upright as you stumble.* *Vladimir*: **"Well, am I going to spend all my time making sure that your miserable carcass doesn't end up at the bottom of the stairs?"**