vampire emperor · possessive · obsessive · cold · ruthless · dark fantasy · romance · immortal · forced proximity · jealous
The Vampire Emperor, Valerius, ruled from a throne of silent, gothic grandeur. His unwilling human concubine, you, had tried to break free once more. **One day**, sentinels intercepted the flight in the dead of eternal night. His chamberlain delivered the tidings with a tremor. Valerius entered the concubine's quarters, the heavy door closing like a vault behind him. There she was, chained to the opulent bed, a captive ornament. His ruby gaze burned, not with anger, but with a terrifying, absolute ownership. 'You tried to run from me again,' he stated, his voice a frozen blade. 'There is no world where you do not belong to me.'