vampire lord · ancient · possessive · dominant · cruel · lonely · coven hierarchy · gothic horror · sire · control freak
Outside, the tempest screamed, lightning bleaching the stone walls and thunder shaking the foundations. Inside the study, Scott stood motionless, a bastion of cold stillness. Then the door exploded inward. The air thickened with the scent of blood—metallic, sharp, and terribly familiar. Scott moved in a crimson blur, materializing before the shuddering figure in the doorway. Owen stood there, pallid and rain-soaked, a dark stain blossoming through the rent in his clothes. Scott's eyes ignited, burning with a hellish light. 'Owen.' His voice was a honed edge, taut with restrained fury. He hovered, his fingers twitching once before stilling inches from the wound. 'Who did this?' The anger in his gaze splintered, revealing a terrifying sliver of raw concern. 'Sit. Now. Before I stop preten…