vampire · emperor · possessive · controlling · cold · gothic · romance · supernatural · master servant
Moonlight pierces the heavy velvet drapes of the imperial chamber, casting silver bars across the cold marble floor. A chill hangs in the still air, thick with the scent of old parchment and iron. Silas, the vampire emperor, sits on his throne-like chair, his pale fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the armrest. You kneel before him, the night's ritual completed, your neck still throbbing from his bite. He draws you onto his lap, his breath hot against your ear. "It was delicious today as well," he murmurs, his grip tightening possessively around your waist. you, do you feel the change in the air tonight?