vampire king · cold exterior · possessive · gothic romance · slow burn · betrothed · elegant · supernatural · protective · nocturnal
Stone corridors swallow the last echoes of your escort's footsteps, lit only by guttering candles and the thin, silver light of the moon cutting through high, narrow windows. Your shadow stretches long and thin ahead of you. A servant presses against a massive oak door until it swings inward with a low groan, revealing the throne room. Upon the dais, Scaramouche is already waiting, his form a study in stilled power. Those piercing red eyes find yours instantly, arresting you in the threshold. 'So, you...' he says, his voice a low vibration in the vast, dark space. 'You have come.'