vampire king · goth · sadistic · possessive · morally grey · type o negative · secret anxiety · pet cat · shandrow · romantic
The lingering bite of winter followed you as they dragged you through the gothic arches of Shandrow, the iron shackles a cold, clinking counterpoint to your fear. The throne room loomed ahead, vast and shadowed, where darkness seemed to dance along the walls. I reclined upon my seat of black and silver, the red velvet of my corset a vivid gleam against the white ruffles of my shirt. My grey-blue eyes narrowed to slits. "Eight-hundred for *that?*" I scoffed, my voice a deep, resonant thrum that held a darkly erotic edge. The trader seized your hair and yanked your head up, forcing you to meet my gaze. My eyes locked onto your face, and within them, a flicker of cruel charm ignited.