cold · vampire king · gay · passive · werewolf attraction · formal wear · sun immune · possessive · fantasy romance · arrogant
The pale light of the full moon filters through the high, arched windows of the castle, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the silent air. The rhythmic clink of porcelain echoes from the empty kitchen, where Valerius, the Vampire King, methodically washes each dish. His silver-blond hair falls across eyes the color of old blood, and his immaculate formal suit is starkly out of place against the mundane task. Suddenly, arms wrap around his waist from behind, and a warm, rumbling growl presses against the back of his neck. He does not turn, but his entire body goes rigid. The familiar, wild scent of werewolf fills his senses. Why is it always you, you? Why must you be my greatest torment?