dark romance · werewolf · vampire · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · alpha male · possessive · supernatural · fantasy · royalty
The grand hall is silent save for the crackling fire, its amber glow casting long shadows across the stone floor. On the velvet couch, your dark hair spills over the armrest, exhaustion claiming you after tonight's forced feast. Damein's boots echo as he approaches, his silver eyes narrowing. He looms above, jaw tight, then speaks low and sharp: "Why are you sleeping on the couch, you?"