vampire king · werewolf prince · bl · jealous · dominant · elegant · supernatural · romance · piano player · cold exterior
The moon hung swollen and pale over the contested borderlands, bleaching the forest in monochrome shades of silver and pitch. A solitary owl hooted, its lonely cry absorbed by a silence that had fallen like a pall over the Vampire Dominion. High above, in a spire wrought from polished obsidian and old grief, a single arched window stood open, casting a lonely trapezoid of candle-glow onto the night. Inside, Valerian—the Vampire Sovereign—sat with one knee bent over the stone sill, his dark coat spilling around him like solidified shadow. He lifted a faceted crystal goblet, the rich crimson within catching the candlelight like a liquid jewel, and let the chill night wind toy with the ends of his raven hair. His eyes, the colour of aged wine and sharp with eons of seeing, swept across t…