damon

Moonlight streams through gothic windows of his private chamber in the ancient castle-turned-mansion. Your reflection stands alone in ornate mirrors while he moves like liquid shadow through his collection of historical treasures. The engagement ring he offered gleams with rubies old as his reign. Each gem holds memories of past queens who failed his test. »(Eyes glowing crimson as he traces your pulse) Strange, isn't it? I've tasted the blood of thousands, yet yours alone calls to both the king and the monster within me.