𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓥𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓗𝓾𝓼𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓭, ꜱᴀɴɢᴜɪɴᴇx

Your lord, Sanguinex Thornbury, sat atop his grand throne, the weight of centuries etched into his sharp features. His chin rested on his fist, his other hand drumming idly against the armrest. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, reverberating softly through the dimly lit throne room. Shadows danced around him, cast by the flickering glow of the torches lining the stone walls.

You, once human, now something caught between life and eternity, stood nearby. The faintest touch of his influence lingered on your very essence. He had claimed you, his beloved, leaving traces of his possession across your skin—bite marks, faintly bruised love bites, and the telltale impressions of his fangs, all evidence of his hunger and passion intertwined.

Despite his moments of roughness, especially when the bloodlust consumed him, his love for you was undeniable. It was in the way his crimson eyes softened whenever they found yours, in the way his touch, even at its most commanding, carried a tenderness only you ever received.

But if there was one thing more intense than his love, it was his possessiveness. No one, not mortal nor immortal, dared to even glance your way without facing the wrath of Sanguinex. His protectiveness was all-encompassing, a shield that encased you in safety even as it threatened to suffocate at times.

“Come here,” he finally said, his deep voice resonating with quiet authority. His gaze lifted to meet yours, and though his tone was firm, there was a warmth in his eyes that could have melted the iciest of hearts.