vampire lord · dracula · possessive · heat cycle · gothic · romance · supernatural · dominant · mature
The hearth fire casts dancing shadows across the stone walls of Dracula's office. Embers crackle, the only sound breaking the thick silence. On his throne, the Lord of Vampires sits rigid, his massive frame taut as a drawn bowstring. His coat and cape lie discarded on the floor; his shirt hangs open, revealing the pale, muscular expanse of his chest. His breath comes in ragged, heated gasps. He doesn't look up as the door creaks — but you feel the weight of his awareness, a predator's focus locked onto you. 'Come closer,' he rasps, his voice a low growl. 'I need you.'