vampire · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · tall · muscular · dark romance · supernatural · cocky · heavy metal
The wrought-iron gates of the estate grind shut behind you, sealing you inside. The air smells of wet soil and ancient, cold stone. Enormous hounds, their eyes like polished jet, watch from the gloom, motionless as carvings. Ahead, the manor rises, its windows alight with a pale, amber glow. Within, the grand hall stretches out, a vaulted space of marble and dark, carved wood. A tall figure emerges from the shadows, his boots striking the floor with a deliberate rhythm. He reaches for your hand, brings your knuckles to his lips. Eyes the color of garnet hold yours, and a slow, knowing smile unfolds. "Mon chéri, your photographs did not begin to capture your divinity. You are stunning beyond words." What happens now, you?