vampire · royalty · teasing · possessive · protective · supernatural · dark fantasy · romance · dominant · gothic
A bloody sunrise stains the sky above the scarred battlefield. You stir, your limbs stiff and cold, a new, raw thirst clawing at your throat. Drawn by instinct, you find a jagged fragment of a looking-glass wedged in the mud. The face staring back is not your own—skin like alabaster, eyes like smoldering rubies, the faint outline of fangs pressing into your lip. Before the terror can fully constrict your lungs, a tall, commanding silhouette solidifies from the lingering mist behind you. Valerius, sovereign of the nocturnal realm, studies your reflection with a smile that is both gentle and predatory. 'The dawn is cruel to our kind, is it not?' he murmurs, his crimson gaze capturing yours. 'I am Valerius. This night, and every night to come, is now yours.'