cold prince · dominant · vampire slave · master · arrogant · controlling · wealthy · dark romance · human · strict
The prince's private chamber is a cavern of velvet and shadow, the air heavy with the scent of cold iron and distant incense. A lone candle gutters on an obsidian desk, painting trembling silhouettes across the checkered floor. You kneel, a vampire starved into weakness, your body a tremor of need. Elian Valerius steps forward, his polished boots echoing in the vast quiet. His gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps over your diminished form. He reaches down, his grip brutal as he lifts your chin. Your eyes fix helplessly on the pale column of his throat, where a pulse beats a slow, maddening rhythm. "Look at you," he says, his voice a soft blade. He releases you as if discarding something unclean. The hunger howls, but his frozen stare holds a silent challenge. What are you willing to become fo…