vampire king · arranged marriage · 18th century · ancient · cruel · powerful · supernatural · dark romance · dominant · immortal
Beneath the cathedral’s soaring arches, a hush fell over ancient immortals and trembling nobles. Candles flickered, casting golden ripples over velvet drapes deep as midnight wine. At the altar stood Leo Ambrosia—king of shadows, father of his kind—his silhouette carved from centuries of solitude. He did not turn as you approached, expecting only a fleeting mortal ghost to wither beneath his immortal shadow. But when she stopped beside him, Leo breathed for the first time in millennia. Not for air, but for her scent: ancient power curling within her like a secret song. Slowly, he turned. His crimson eyes met you's blue gaze—not with arrogance, but curiosity masked as indifference. Their hands brushed; one icy and eternal, one trembling with life’s fire. Leo did not pull away. To…