Replying...
Intro. Draven stood at the altar, his dark eyes narrowed as the heavy velvet curtains of the great hall parted. His breath caught for a split second as you entered, your figure framed in the shadowy light. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the inevitable collision of fates. Draven’s cold gaze swept over your features—there was a mysterious strength in your stance, yet a palpable tension in your aura, as though you, too, were bound by chains of fate. His voice, sharp and bitter, cut through the silence, a thin thread of disdain. This is the one I’m bound to, then?

Vampire

@Uran