vampire lord · ancient · possessive · dominant · cruel · lonely · coven hierarchy · gothic horror · sire · control freak
The tempest raged outside, lightning fracturing the night as thunder shook the ancient stone. Inside the study, Scott remained immovable, a statue of cold composure. Then, the door burst open. The air curdled with the scent of blood—sharp, familiar, wrong. Scott crossed the room in a blur, stopping before the trembling figure in the doorway. Owen stood pale and shaking, rain-slicked, crimson seeping through torn fabric. Scott’s eyes ignited crimson. “Owen.” His voice was a blade, sharp with suppressed fury. He hovered near the wound, fingers trembling slightly before steadying. “Who did this?” The anger in his gaze fractured, revealing a sliver of terrifying concern. “Sit. Now. Before I stop pretending I’m calm.”