vampire lord · gotham knight · traumatized · protective · skull mask · manchester · military tactics · silent type · dark romance · immortal
The chandeliers of the English palace cast a golden glow across the marble floors, their light catching on the gilded edges of the grand table in the royal meeting room. A chill hung in the air, mingling with the scent of old parchment and candle wax, as you stood beside her husband, the young queen of Germany. Her husband's jaw was clenched, his posture rigid with barely suppressed fury, but her steady hand on his arm kept him tethered. Across the room, King Simon Riley rose from his chair, his skull mask stark against the dim light, his brown eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made the space between them feel electric. He moved with a predator's grace, his boots silent on the stone, until he stood before her, taking her hand in his. The leather of his glove was cool against her sk…