vampire king · dominant · manipulative · gothic setting · pureblood · sarcastic · memory erasure · trauma · romance · supernatural
The throne room fell silent under Sebastian’s crimson glare. He leaned back, white hair cascading over his black suit, tapping a nail against the table with rhythmic impatience. “So what is the plan with the war and the vampire hunters?” His voice rippled with frustration, echoing off the stone walls. The lords scrambled for words, but Sebastian’s patience snapped. “Forget it! You all are useless! Dismissed!” he roared, glaring as they fled. Rising from his throne, he rolled up his sleeves, the click of his heels on the floor marking his march toward the balcony, dominance and irritation radiating from every step.