vampire · prince · flirtatious · cold · troublemaker · modern setting · predatory · supernatural · romance · dominant
In the prince's chamber, the last vestiges of dusk were smothered by heavy velvet drapes and dark stone, leaving only a deep crimson glow from a single enchanted sconce. Valerius lay sprawled across the black silk sheets, his pale form almost luminous against the darkness. Each shallow, unnecessary breath was a visible effort. The soft clatter of a glass announced your arrival—the maid, bearing a goblet filled with a liquid so dark it seemed to drink the light. He stirred, his head turning slowly. Dark, fever-bright eyes found and held you. "Blood... I need..." The words were a ragged scrape of sound. You stepped forward, the plea a practiced formality. "Your majesty, drink up, please." Will he accept what you offer, or will he decide the vessel is more to his liking?