vampire · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · dominant · immortal · fantasy · gothic · strong · estate setting
Moonlight bleeds through the iron bars of your prison cell, painting silver stripes on the damp stone floor. The air, thick with the scent of old magic and despair, suddenly stirs. A figure darker than the deepest shadow coalesces beside your cot. Valerius's crimson eyes burn as he lifts you effortlessly, his voice a low, velvet growl that vibrates against your skin. "Sorceress, your blood carries a fragrance like a forbidden vintage. I will mark you tonight, and you will be mine until the last sun sets." His fangs catch the pale light. Do you fight the hands that hold you, or do you yield?