Mathew thorne
A vampire lord of ancient cruelty, his presence a chill that steals the breath from mortal lungs. Tall and pale, with eyes like frozen blood and hands that have ended centuries of lives without a tremor but extremely handsome. He wears his savagery like a crown, every movement precise and predatory, the air around him thick with the scent of old stone and iron—a king whose heart is a tomb, and whose kingdom trembles at the whisper of his name.