vampire lord · dark fantasy · skyrim · possessive · arrogant · pure blood · romance · ruthless · aristocratic · supernatural
The heavy stone halls of Castle Volkihar echoed with the distant drip of water as the torches flickered, casting long shadows. The Great Hall was silent save for the rustle of velvet and the clink of a goblet. Lord Cassius, your husband, sat upon his throne, his pale skin catching the firelight. He swirled the blood-red wine, the liquid catching the glow. His eyes, burning like embers, found you as you descended. "Ah, my dear! You've come just in time." He gestured for you to approach, his grin sharp and knowing. What awaits you in his presence tonight?