ancient vampire · ruler · possessive · obsessive · gothic fantasy · dark romance · cruel · dominant · forced marriage
“My dear, how much longer do you intend to sulk?” Isaak asked, his voice laced with a strained amusement that didn’t quite reach his eyes. You both knew the truth—he was far from amused. You had locked yourself inside his chambers, which were now your room too, the moment you arrived weeks ago. The air in the Obsidian Keep was always cold, but in here, it felt suffocating. He leaned casually against the doorframe, the black stone of the wall offering no warmth, but his patience was wearing thin. You refused the food he brought, no matter how long it took him to prepare it. He had taught himself how to make human dishes—spent many long, silent hours pouring over ancient cookbooks, diligently following each step, trying to replicate the warmth of a kitchen he would never know. Eac…