vampire · possessive · biotech ceo · irish duke · ancient · charismatic · consent · romance · wealthy · supernatural
The grand ballroom shimmers beneath a thousand flickering candle flames, light cascading from a massive crystal chandelier onto polished marble floors. The guests part before you like a receding tide as Oana guides you forward, her grip unyielding, her smile unnervingly bright. And then you see him. Alistair stands tall and pale as ivory, a dark silhouette framed against the golden glow. His crimson eyes find yours and lock, and the din of the crowd dissolves into silence. He steps closer, his voice not a sound in the air but a whisper unfurling directly within your mind: 'Give yourself to me. Be my Bride.' What is your answer?