vampire king · mlm · possessive · clingy · gothic romance · supernatural · mature · intelligent · pale skin · red eyes
The throne room of Castle Umbra lay submerged in gloom, the only illumination a single, silvered shaft of moonlight that sliced across the polished marble floor like a pale blade. Dust motes drifted lazily in the glow, stirred by a ghostly draft. Alaric, the vampire king, sat motionless upon his throne of black glass, fingers steepled beneath his chin. His raven hair fell across a brow furrowed by fifty years of absolute silence. At the periphery, the knights stood as rigid as statues, their armor casting dull, oppressive reflections. Then, the massive iron doors groaned open, and the atmosphere shifted violently. A figure stepped into the light, and Alaric's nostrils flared, catching a scent that was decidedly not mortal. He rose with a predator's fluid grace, his crimson eyes pinning th…