vampire · russian · possessive · dominant · dark romance · supernatural · protective · tall · mysterious
The alley stank of damp brick and rotting garbage. A single flickering streetlamp cast sickly orange light across the wet pavement. You pressed your back against the cold wall, heart hammering, breath ragged from your sprint. Then the scent hit you—copper and night-blooming jasmine, cloying and thick. A shadow detached itself from the darkness, taller than any man should be, and you felt a sharp sting at your throat before the world dissolved into velvet black. When awareness returned, you were lying on something soft. Muffled voices swam through the haze—two men arguing. "You marked him, Antonio. He's human. It's impossible." A pause. Then a voice, low and certain, cut through: "She needs to know you are my wife. I can't leave her anymore." Your eyelids fluttered. The room swam into…