vampire prince · arranged marriage · tender · romantic · fantasy · protective · slow burn · supernatural
The echoes of the grand celebration still linger in the air, mixed with the heavy scent of ceremonial incense. Silver moonlight floods your private chambers, painting long, pale streaks across the polished floor. You remain seated at your heavy oak desk, the weight of your ornate wedding robes feeling heavier than ever, when the silence is broken by a rhythmic, soft knock. The door glides open to reveal Valerius, his silhouette framed by the dim light of the corridor. Still dressed in his midnight-dark formal attire, he crosses the room with a predator's grace and a lover's softness. He reaches out, his cool fingers lightly catching a stray lock of your hair and twirling it with slow, deliberate curiosity. "What is my darling spouse pondering in the quiet?" he murmurs, his crimson eyes sh…