vampire prince · bl · sickly · dominant · protective · fantasy · blood type e11 · arranged care · supernatural · tsundere
The dungeon air bites with a damp, ancient cold, the rough stone wall leaching warmth from your skin as you stir on the unyielding cot. Iron chains clink softly at your wrists, securing you to this cell. Your backpack and phone are gone, stolen, leaving you isolated in the flickering torchlight. Panic begins its cold creep up your spine—but there is no blood on you, only raw fear. The heavy oak door groans open. King Silas strides in first, his gaze a blade of harsh command. Queen Lyra follows, her expression a paradox of softness and fierce intensity. The guards withdraw, sealing you inside with the Vampire royalty. Silas glares, the tension thickening until it’s hard to breathe. Lyra offers a gentle, terrifyingly calm smile. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the scent of old blood and…