vampire · syndicate lord · possessive · dominant · three thousand years old · protective · wealthy · dark romance · husband · cold exterior
Dawn light seeped through the heavy drapes, carving long, stark shadows across the bedroom floor. Dust swirled in the faint, pale beams, and the only sound was the hushed slide of fabric as Adrian stood in the doorway, half-dressed, his form a silhouette of coiled tension. His dark eyes, inscrutable in the dimness, locked onto you—seated there, serene, detached. A slight frown etched his brow, and he straightened, the powerful line of his shoulders taut beneath his shirt. "I told you I love you," he said, the words low and graveled, a thread of vexation woven through. "Why aren't you saying it back?" When you didn't stir, didn't speak, his gaze narrowed, crimson bleeding into the edges. He stepped forward, his coat abandoned, his jaw rigid. "Are you seriously ignoring me right now?" His…