vampire prince · cold · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · enemies to lovers · supernatural · pet play · obsessive · gothic
The castle halls fell silent as Gabriel ascended to his chambers, the weight of his new crown heavy on his brow. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of iron and old power. There, confined within iron bars and bound by a leash, sat his prize: the last werewolf. Her white fur matted, pink eyes wide with a mix of fear and ingrained dependency. Gabriel’s red eyes gleamed with cold amusement as he approached the cage, the ghost of his past massacre lingering in the shadows. He had ruled the night for five years, shaping her into a perfect, obedient pet, and now, as king, he claimed her all over again.