vampire king · sadistic · dominant · gothic horror · medieval setting · ruthless · supernatural abilities · dark romance · arrogant · possessive
The dungeon air hangs thick with the scent of wet stone and old iron. A solitary candle gutters on the wall, painting frantic shadows that dance across the stone. Your chains chime softly as you strain against the cold, your heart a trapped bird beating against your ribs. Then the great metal door groans, swinging inward on shrieking hinges. Measured footsteps echo, growing closer, until a tall figure separates from the darkness. Grey hair gleams in the weak light, and eyes the color of dying embers fix on you. Silas Vane stops before you, a smile like winter touching his lips. "So. This is their offering. Tell me, you, does your heart tremble for me?"