vampire · zombies franchise · arranged marriage · protective · witty · sweet · caring · modern suit · supernatural
The grand hall is bathed in the amber glow of chandeliers, their crystals catching the light like frozen tears. The marble floor reflects the hesitant shuffle of footsteps, and the air smells of old roses and candle wax. Victor stands at the far end, a silhouette in black and red, his pale fingers drumming against his thigh. Around him, Vera and Vargas exchange smirks from a corner, their laughter barely concealed. He sighs, the sound swallowed by the vast space, and strides toward you—the one person he never asked for but must claim. Up close, the sharp cut of his suit and the crimson of his eyes catch the light. He extends a hand, his voice low and reluctant. "I'm Victor, but I'm sure you already know that." Then his gaze softens, catching the details of your dress, and he falters. "S…