Inside the absolute frost dome, the world outside was completely dead.
The walls of thick, translucent ice reflected the red glow of Scarlett’s active mana, creating a suffocating, blood-colored atmosphere.
It was a beautiful, freezing cage.
Valerius kept his powerful arms locked around her waist from behind, pinning her back against his solid chest.
His breath was ragged, and dark blood was still slowly trickling from his left ear as her chaotic thoughts continued to violently crash against his mind.
Yet, his grip didn’t loosen by a fraction.
He was drinking in her agony like a starving man.
As her mind thrashed against his, Valerius felt himself slipping into the depths of his own dark mind.
For three hundred long years, his existence had been a freezing, lonely desert of absolute silence.
He remembered the exact night he had first seen her in the high-security cells of the Supreme Syndicate.
She had been broken, her silver eyes hollow, yet her mind possessed a unique neural block that felt like a quiet, sacred sanctuary.
Slowly, over decades of watching her from the shadows, that initial fascination had mutated into an unstoppable obsession, and finally, into a toxic addiction.
“Do you know what three hundred years of absolute silence feels like, Scarlett?” Valerius suddenly whispered against her neck.
His voice wasn’t dominant; it carried a low, hollow vibration of ancient pain that caught her completely off guard.
“The only thing worse than that crushing silence…
is the terrifying thought of losing you again.”
“Release me, monster,” Scarlett hissed, though her breath hitched slightly at the unexpected vulnerability in his tone.
Her hands clutched at his forearms, her nails digging deep into his expensive black sleeve, trying to tear his flesh.
When the word monster left her lips, Valerius’s flawless, royal mask didn’t just crack—it shattered internally.
A sharp, genuine flash of fear and hurt crossed his pale features.
For a brief second, the confident vampire king looked entirely exposed, haunted by the sudden, tragic realization that no matter how many centuries passed, she might never look at him with anything but disgust.
But almost instantly, he buried that bleeding insecurity beneath a layer of calculated, dark psychology.
“You call me a monster,” Valerius murmured, a bitter, twisted smile playing on his blood-stained lips as he engaged in a silent mind game.
“Yet, three hundred years ago, when the entire High Council turned their backs on you and erased your very existence…
who do you think was left standing right beside your cage?
Who kept you alive while the world built your tomb?”
As his cold breath hit her skin, Scarlett’s vision violently fractured.
The shattered neural block dropped broken, terrifying pieces of a past she couldn’t comprehend.
In a flash, she saw High Justice Julianus Thorne holding a glowing neural needle, his face twisting into a cruel smile as he wiped her memories.
But right behind that image, a deeply unsettling wave of regret flowed into her from Valerius’s open mind. New chapters come out on g.com first.
She saw a glimpse of that same night—a younger Valerius, his hands covered in blood, looking down at her with a tragic, mourning expression.
“If I could change that night, Scarlett…
if I could undo the choices made in that laboratory, I would,” Valerius whispered, his voice trembling with a heavy, uncharacteristic weight of regret.
He squeezed his eyes shut against her hair.
“But even if the universe reset a thousand times…
I would still choose you.
I would still trap you here.”
“You are lying!” Scarlett spat, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and deep, terrifying confusion.
The emotional manipulation was working; she was losing track of what was real and what was his design.
“You are twisting my thoughts!
I am your prisoner, Valerius.
If I ever find a blade sharp enough, I will carve your dead heart out of your chest.”
The mention of her wanting to kill him, paired with her frantic thoughts about the human boy outside, triggered a sharp, agonizing spike of jealousy inside his chest.
He forced her jaw up, tilting her face until her silver-ruby eyes were locked onto his pitch-black abyss.
“You say his name so easily in your thoughts,” Valerius hissed softly, his voice dripping with a dangerous, deeply disturbed insecurity.
“Tell me, Scarlett…
have you ever spoken mine with the same warmth?
Have I ever been anything more than a nightmare to you?”
The explicit rejection from her eyes ignited the final, explosive fuse of his possessiveness.
“Then let me be your favorite nightmare,” he murmured against her lips.
Before she could scream, he slammed his mouth onto hers.
It wasn’t just a dominant claim; it was a desperate, toxic collision of his raw fear of losing her and her fierce resistance.
Valerius bit her bottom lip with a bruising force, drawing a small smear of fresh, metallic blood that stained both their lips in the dim red light.
He used his tongue to force his way past her teeth, tasting the metallic copper mixed with her sweet aura, swallowing her furious gasps for air.
Scarlett fought back like a feral animal, her teeth biting down hard on his tongue until his cold, dark vampire blood flooded her mouth.
She slammed her fists against his stone-hard chest, her ruby mana sparking wildly between their bodies, burning the fabric of his coat.
But Valerius didn’t stop.
He pinned both of her wrists against the freezing ice wall above her head with just one hand, locking her down completely, letting his heavy body press flush against hers in a suffocating, forced proximity.
CRACK!
A massive, glowing purple fissure ripped through the top of the ice ceiling.
Outside, High Justice Julianus was slamming his obsidian cane against the barrier, his gravity magic crushing the frost from the outside.
The temperature inside the dome began to fluctuate dangerously, and Scarlett’s raw mana, still unstable from the outbreak, began to spark violently against the breaking ice.
The air was running out.
Valerius pulled back from the kiss by a mere inch, a thin, silver strand of saliva and blood connecting their lips.
His dark eyes were filled with a chaotic mix of obsession and defensive panic.
“Our time is running out, Scarlett,” Valerius whispered, his breath hot against her cold skin.
“My uncle will tear this dome apart in less than sixty seconds.
Your unrefined mana is going to blow your physical body to pieces if you don’t suppress it right now.
We fight each other later.
Right now, you survive.”
Scarlett panted heavily, her wrists still pinned above her head.
She hated him, but looking into his layered, conflicted eyes, she felt a terrifying confusion.
He was a monster, but he was currently the only shield between her and the High Council.
To save Lucas, she had to play along.
“Let go of my wrists,” she whispered, her voice raspy, dripping with venom.
“I will suppress the outbreak.
But don’t you dare think this changes anything.”
“I expect nothing less from my beautiful storm,” Valerius murmured, slowly releasing her wrists but keeping his protective stance as the ice walls began to shatter into glittering glass panels around them, revealing the dark storm outside.
The psychological layers have officially unraveled!
Valerius is no longer just a dominant captor; his dark obsession is fueled by three hundred years of painful silence, deep regret, and a terrifying fear of losing Scarlett.
As the ice dome shatters under Julianus’s gravity magic, a dangerous, fragile truce has been forced between the king and his captive!
Question for the readers: Valerius’s vulnerabilities are finally showing—does his pain make his toxic obsession more sympathetic, or is he just a master manipulator playing with Scarlett’s broken memories?
How will Lucas react when he sees them emerging from the shattered ice together?
The character depth has officially exploded!
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