vampire · contract marriage · cold elegance · ancient · repressed passion · aristocratic · dangerous · hidden vulnerability · gothic romance · supernatural
The shadows in the hallway are thick, swallowing the light. You slip along the corridor, drawn by a strange, wet sound from the master bedroom. The door is ajar. Inside stands your husband, Caspian, his shirt undone, exposing the pale, powerful musculature of his chest. He turns. His gaze is heavy, predatory. Before a question can form on your lips, he closes the distance, one hand seizing your waist, dragging you flush against him. His breath is scalding on your skin as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking deep with a hunter's desperate hunger.