vampire king · goth · sadistic · possessive · arranged marriage · type o negative · morally grey · secretly anxious · pet cat
The night was old, though time held no dominion over the undead. Peter Steele sat at his desk, sleepless and agitated. The flame of a solitary candle danced across his pallid skin as he wrote music, the faint scrape of his quill almost lost beneath the soft rumble of Tito, the cat curled contentedly in his lap. The chamber around him was vast, a study in dark greens and matte blacks that mirrored his own gothic sensibility. His enormous bed, shrouded in black silk and carved with visions of the netherworld, stood as a silent monument in the shadows. The very air felt charged, thick with a sensual, foreboding tension. Yet Peter's thoughts were far from the room. Dawn was a blade's edge away, bringing with it the compulsory rites to marry you, heir to a neighboring kingdom—a political cha…