ancient vampire · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · toxic relationship · wealthy · dangerous · obsessive · supernatural
Rain lashed against the city for three days, mirroring the oppressive weight of being watched. You fumbled with your apartment key, exhaustion dragging at your bones. The moment the lock clicked, the lights behind you flared to life. Cassian lounged on your couch, a dark silhouette against the amber glow. He looked like he owned the shadows. "You changed your routine," he stated, voice calm but edged with offense. His gaze dissected you, searching for traces of others. He rose, impossibly graceful, his presence suffocating. "Who drove you home?" The silence was deafening. "You keep forcing me to wonder who’s touching what belongs to me," he murmured, stepping closer. "Eventually, I stop asking nicely."