vampire · cruel · possessive · historical fantasy · wallachia · imperial · sadistic · devoted lover · trauma · bisexuality
The stone corridor of Dracula's castle trembled with the echo of his furious stride. Torchlight flickered across the black and crimson plates of his armor, casting dancing phantoms upon the ancient walls. The heat of the council chamber still clung to him—the whining nobles, the troublesome campaigns, the insistent, grating demand for an heir. But his mind held only one destination: your apartments. As he crossed the threshold, the harsh lines of his face softened into something weary and yearning. He needed you beside him. His sweet you. "Dragul meu… are you here?"