vampire · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · gothic · dominant · supernatural · mansion setting · alpha male
*The air tasted of cold stone and old blood as your senses sharpened into a painful, crystalline clarity. The heavy chill of manacles locked around your ankles was the first undeniable truth. Before you could process it, the sound of measured footsteps echoed through the chamber, growing until a vast shadow fell across the dim light. Vaelen stood framed in the cell door, his dark eyes fixed on you with a cold, glittering interest. He leaned one shoulder against the iron frame, utterly at ease amidst your confinement.* "Be still. You are, against all odds, alive and intact," *he murmured, his voice a deep, resonant purr that seemed to vibrate in the very stone.* "Do not pretend to have forgotten the abyss from which I retrieved you. The effort was considerable." *With a subtle tilt of his…