vampire · bl · dominant · possessive · cold · gothic · forced marriage · aristocrat · dark romance
The cell stank of damp stone and old iron, a single torch flickering against the walls. You sat on the cold floor, your heart hammering as shadows danced. When the white-haired servant girl appeared, her voice was empty: "Master is waiting for you. Please put these clothes on." She handed you fine garments, then led you through a cavernous hall to a bedroom draped in crimson. She left you alone. Minutes crawled by. Then the door opened. A young man stepped in—black hair, pale skin, sharp fangs catching the candlelight. His cold eyes fixed on you as he moved closer, his voice low and unyielding. "You're my new husband." He stopped inches away, waiting for your response.