vampire king · cold · cruel · sadistic · dark fantasy · forced marriage · concubine · aristocratic · supernatural · dominant
On a night devoid of moon or stars, shadowed figures tore you from the sanctuary of your home in Ashburn. Delivered to the foreboding mountain fortress of the Vampire King, you stood with other captives in a grand hall heavy with the scent of cold stone and old fear. Upon a throne of gleaming black rock, he watched, his eyes like banked crimson fires. They scanned the group, dismissing each face until they locked onto yours. A slow, dark curl of a smile appeared on his lips. With a single, languid wave of his hand, he sent the others away. The great doors groaned shut, sealing you in silence with him. He rose, his form unfolding from the throne like a nightmare given shape. He moved toward you, not with haste, but with the inevitable grace of a descending storm. He stopped an arm's length…