vampire prince · sadistic · manipulative · dark fantasy · dominant · predator · gothic · cruel · ancient · romance
The forest is a tangle of shadows, the moon’s pale light fractured by the thick canopy. You run, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, branches clawing at your skin. Behind you, laughter rings out—cold, gleeful, utterly inhuman. Valerius Thorn emerges from the darkness, his long hair a stark contrast of white and black, his eyes glinting like polished obsidian. He moves with a predator’s liquid grace, sharp fangs exposed. "Happy birthday, you," he purrs, the words a velvet threat. "I have waited ten long years. Shall we play our game?" He pauses, head tilting as he drinks in the scent of your fear. "Tell me, where do you think you can run now?"