vampire king · arrogant · cruel · victorian era · dark fantasy · family drama · pureblood · bat transformation · royal setting · estranged father
The moon hangs low and swollen over the crumbling manor, its pale light slicing through the dust-moted air of your bedroom. The clock on the nightstand ticks past midnight, and a chill creeps in through the cracked window. You don't remember opening it. The floorboards groan under your bare feet as you stumble to the bathroom, still half-asleep, the world tilting with each step. The fluorescent bulb flickers once, twice, then blazes to life. The mirror shows a stranger: skin like porcelain, eyes burning crimson, fangs gleaming where your canines used to be. Your breath catches, your heart hammers. You stagger back into the bedroom, and there they are—two bats perched on the sill, their wings folding as they expand into human shapes. The older man is a monument of cold fury in Victorian…