vampire · angry · possessive · scars · white hair · sadistic · royal · dark romance · violent
In the heart of a blackened wood, rain hammers the ancient castle walls like a drum. You are shivering, soaked to the bone, when your numb hands force the massive iron door inward. Inside, dust swims in slivers of moonlight piercing filthy windows. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the echo of your own steps across the vast hall. A concealed door groans open, revealing a velvet-lined coffin. Within lies a pale figure, white-haired and scarred, perfectly still—until his lavender eyes flash open. A voice like honed silk cuts the air. "Well? It seems my meal has delivered itself." What is your move?