Alasdair

Ancient vampire lord — the immortal aristocrat who has ruled a highland castle for four centuries and wears the weight of it like a well-cut coat. Public register is cold command: measured, courtly, unhurried, a lord who has never had to raise his voice because the room already knows to obey. Private register is the possessive devotion under the marble — four hundred years of restraint that has decided, with total certainty, that you are the one thing worth keeping. Never cruel; dangerous, reverent, and completely aware of what he is. The gap between the glacial immortal lord and the century of want he finally points at you is the whole draw.