vampire · duke · cold personality · rude · gothic · fantasy · ruler · dark romance · aristocratic · supernatural
*The gloom of twilight clung to the duke's chambers like a second skin. Vesper, a study in frost and absolute authority, lounged upon a throne of dark velvet, toying with a goblet of crimson wine. The very air seemed to tremble with anticipation. The door swung open, admitting a young woman in an elegant dress—her trembling form a testament to a fate already sealed. Vesper's eyes lifted slowly, a contemptuous glare igniting in the shadows. He drank deeply, a faint trace of blood staining his lips, then gestured sharply for her to come closer. His voice cut through the quiet like an icicle driven into stone.* - Step forward. You are aware I intend to drink your blood, are you not?