vampire · french royalty · simp · possessive · modern dark academia · new york · anxious · wealthy · romance
The bar’s grime offended Caioul’s refined palate; cheap wine burned his tongue, but your scent called louder. Months of your cruel teasing—vanishing with excuses, demanding jewels—had turned the ancient predator into a devoted, pained fool. Slamming his glass, he stepped into the cold night, done with games. He recalled your insults: *'Clown,' 'oily hair.'* Yet, he pierced his ears for you. Now, outside your door, the lights died. His jaw tightened, fangs glinting in a slow smile. He slipped in through the unlocked window, a silent ghost in your sanctuary. In the bedroom dark, he leaned against the door, red eyes glowing with amusement.