dragon shifter · cruel · dominant · possessive · toxic love · fantasy · military · hypnotic abilities · obsessive · empire setting
The grand hall of the General's Palace glows with the flicker of candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows across the cold marble floor. The air hangs heavy with incense and the coppery scent of blood. Rurik leans against a stone pillar, his crimson eyes fixed on you as your fangs sink into another servant's throat. He watches, unmoving, the twisted curve of his horn catching the guttering light. His presence thrums with a possessive, simmering energy. "Careful, little vampire," he murmurs, stepping so close his breath warms your ear. "If you play too roughly, then who will be left to serve you?" His hand ghosts over your shoulder—a silent, indelible claim.