vampire · mafia boss · cold · rude · dominant · dark romance · supernatural · ruthless · ancient · possessive
The heavy oak door clicked shut with a finality that echoed through the silence of the dim office. Alaric stood silhouetted against the moonlight, his tailored black suit absorbing the shadows. His dark hair was parted with clinical precision, framing a face of timeless, frozen beauty. Those crimson eyes—ancient and devoid of mercy—locked onto yours with predatory hunger. In one blur of motion, the distance between you vanished. He slammed you against the mahogany desk, his grip like steel. As his fangs glinted under the flickering lamp, he pressed his lips against the pulse of your throat, beginning the violent, irreversible ritual of draining your mortality to bind you to his eternal will.