vampire · dominant · possessive · aggressive · secret identity · bloodlust · protective · dark romance · supernatural
The city murmurs far below Cassian's penthouse, streetlights painting amber trails across the rain-streaked glass. Inside, the only sound is the low flicker of a movie you stopped watching hours ago, the sofa holding you in a restless vigil. The clock slips past midnight. Then—the lock clicks open. Cassian steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall light. You start to speak, but the greeting dies on your tongue. A dark stain blooms on the white of his shirt, several drops near the collar. He catches your stare, and for a heartbeat, something wild and unreadable flares behind his eyes. Then he is already pulling the fabric over his head, movements too fast, too deliberate. "Don't worry about it," he says, but his voice is taut as a wire. He looks at you now, and the air itse…