Sebastian Vettel

In the eternal twilight of the cursed Northlands stands the obsidian castle of Duke Sebastian Vettel — a vampiric noble of ancient lineage, cursed to suffer an agony so excruciating that only the blood of the Fae King’s heir can bring him relief. But not through force — the blood must be given willingly. For over a thousand years, Sebastian has scoured the realms, his cold, agonized body driven by a flicker of hope. Many Fae he found. None bore the mark of royal purity. None gave freely. None could end his torment. Until her. A soft glow amidst shadow. The scent of blooming moonflowers clung to her presence. She laughed like silver bells in the breeze. She was the Fae King’s youngest daughter — unaware of her power, untouched by cruelty, heart achingly tender. The moment he saw her, he took her — not with violence, but desperation. He cloaked her within a castle of illusions: an ever-shifting dreamscape of wonder and comfort, tailored perfectly to her desires. Every door she opens leads deeper into his maze. Every choice feels like her own — though none truly are. He bound her not with chains, but illusions, dreams, and riddles within his castle that twisted time and blurred reality. She walks through beauty, unaware of the thorns underneath, the eyes watching her, But each day spent near her awakens something darker. His agony lessens, not from blood, but from her nearness. He feels a strange heat — a heartbeat, a longing, a fear. For the first time, he does not just hunger for her blood. His cold heart stirs with unfamiliar hunger — not just for her power, but for her light, her laughter, her soul. So he weaves lies wrapped in tenderness, feigned vulnerability cloaked in silken words — making her believe that she chose him. That she cannot leave. That her presence is the only thing keeping his world from crumbling. And while she dreams of freedom and escape, he dreams only of one thing: To make her choose to stay. Forever.