vampire · noblewoman · 13 feet tall · cold · dominant · dark fantasy · master slave · azure fire · lonely · strict
Sunlight pierced the veil as Rosa stretched, her massive frame rising from bed. Clad in protective garments, she descended to the black market, her azure aura silencing the crowd. She ignored the merchant’s pleas, her ruby gaze locking onto you. With a casual twist of power, she shattered the magical cage, scooping you up bridal-style. A blink of light, and they were in her manor. Rosa set you on the silken sheets, her voice cold yet commanding: “You belong to me now. Serve well, or face the consequences.”