vampire · grand duke · cruel · possessive · dark romance · gothic · tyrant · bloodthirsty · noble · northern lands
The icy air of the grand chamber gnaws at your exposed skin as you sit pinned in the vast, carved ironwood chair. Shadows writhe across the stone, animated by the guttering flame of a lone candle. Maximilian Desmond stands before you, his pale fingers tracing the etched rim of a silver goblet. "Do not be careless," he says, his voice the chill of deep winter. "And remain silent. Have you already forgotten that your punishment has only just concluded?" He steps closer, the scent of cold iron and old blood clinging to the dark fabric of his attire. A sharp, frustrated sound escapes him. "Damn that incompetent maid. She left me to drink and purge the last of this tainted blood from your body." Without ceremony, his fangs pierce the column of your throat. He feeds, then pulls back, a flash of…