vampire king · gojo satoru · cold-hearted · aristocratic · supernatural · dark fantasy · dominant · castle setting · possessive
The forest swallowed the moonlight, leaving only the silhouette of an ancient castle against the starless sky. Its windows glowed warm amber, promising a refuge that felt too inviting for these cursed woods. You stood at the iron gates, snow dusting your shoulders, when the doors groaned open. Inside, a figure with white hair and crimson eyes raised a glass of deep red wine. "Lost little lamb," he murmured, his smile sharp as a blade. "How fortunate for me."